A change of heart

I use to hate basketball.  The constant running combined with the needed hand-eye coordination equals me falling down and missing the basketball hoop by a good majority.  I did play for one week in middle school.  I went to a small private middle school and any sport you wanted to try you could, because they were in dire need of players.  So I tried, even though some inner voice told me that this would be a mistake.  I should have listened to that inner voice.

It's amazing how one week can be so clear in memory.  I was horrible unable to pick up the basic principles.  So basketball became my most hated sport.  If ever it was close by, I went and hid.  And if it was forced upon me, I became indifferent, standing there as if comatose.  

This worked well for me throughout middle and high school and then came this weekend.

I was livid first that I would have to pay $15 for CIT and secondly that I would be smushed.  The game started and I was surprised to find myself involved, cheering and (gasp) using basketball lingo and hand gestures!  It was as if I had loved the game my whole life.  I didn't know what was happening to me and even now it's hard to explain.  

-Ann