I Couldn’t Even Dream of This

Yesterday was a whirlwind NBA bucket list day. I did so much in one day that I don’t reallyNBA All-Star 2013 know where to begin. I have enough video footage and photos to post for a month. I’d like to share the best, most overwhelming moments with you but how do you condense 1440 dream-like minutes into one post? I guess there were a few particular moments before the game that made me say, “I couldn’t even dream of this.” Let’s begin there. Continue reading

One More Day Til the NBA

One of my first memories in life was watching my brother, Marshall, dribble a basketball. I was maybe three years old, my brother maybe five, and my grandfather set up a basketball net in his driveway. I couldn’t dribble so I bounced the huge ball with both of my hands. It was massive, bigger than my head, and I had no idea how people actually held it in one hand. I looked up to my brother and was in awe of his master talents. He could actually dribble the ball with one hand and he was strong enough to shoot it at the net. He was going to be in the NBA and I was going to be his biggest competition. Until then, I would watch his every move and learn from the best. That’s what big brothers are for, right? Continue reading