Basketball Diaries #158

I went 2-3 on Saturday with my new orange Air Max Nikes. This is a lot better than it sounds.

The two wins came at the end of the day—two in a row—which I take as a sign that I'm getting my looks back.

I wasn't playing too badly in the losses (I sank a floater in the key early in the first game), but I also wasn't creating anything. And I probably fumbled a couple of plays along the way to the losses.

The first two losses were close, but we got blown out by the reigning team 9-2 in the third one.

But in the come-on wins at the end of the day—with Big O. and my doppelganger on my squad (as they had been all morning), plus V.—I started playing with some confidence: kicking out some assists (a particularly good one on a fast break with V. and hitting Big O. cutting), while getting some offensive rebounds, and hitting the put backs mid-air. And I was finally taking it to the hoop and getting fouled.

Big V. gave me a lift home and K. Kid was there because she got keys made on Saturday morning. It's even better than having Uncle Marvy waiting there for me.