Lakers…Bitch!

In the 11th grade I joined the JV basketball team. Basketball didn’t really fit into my plans to conquer the world (or get into college). At 16, I was over the hill, not to mention too short, to ever become a Super Kick Ass Hoops Star. But I wanted to play sooooo bad. Like most anything I have ever loved (including men), it didn’t make sense. But I could no longer deny that x-country running was getting a little boring and masochistic (sorry runners). I felt hoops in my soul.

The Varsity team consisted of Goddesses. Big Black Girls and a few token White Girls. They had the skee-els, but I’m sure they intimidated most suburban white teams before they stepped on the court. Berkeley was scary. That’s another blog. But they eventually won California’s Division I championship. ED is also responsible sample generic viagra for collapse of several relationships. A patient can take this drug without any prescription, still, they are recommended to consult with viagra cheap price your doctor. However, since the composition of all the medicines are chemical bases, they come with minor side effects which subside naturally upon usage but if the condition lingers, there is necessity for consultation with the health expert. cheap viagra generic It will always try to get used to whatever you throw at it. get viagra cheap

Our five person JV team was another story. We regularly got reduced to four because someone either fouled out or called the ref an expletive, and we got routinely creamed in humiliating double digit defeats. Fun! I never wanted it to end. Screw volleyball and softball! (where’s the contact?). Basketball felt free and passionate.

One time we drove to an away game in a tiny suburb in Marin. The town was decorated for Christmas and covered in lights.

“It looks so pretty,” I told Jualeah.

“I hate to say it. But it looks very white.”

That was the first time I really understood that Black People could see the world differently than White People. Which doesn’t mean that a Black person can’t think Christmas lights are pretty. (I’m sure Obama has a field day with Christmas lights).

Basketball is also where I first realized that physical movement says more than words, or any other form of communication. That’s why athletes are closer to God.

Just for today, I’m going to see the Lakers.