Post basketball where I had a big steal and block outs in the low post, I realize who I am is the physical player who commands and disrupts. I need to feel you, hit you, to know how you work. And I need to hit it in your face.
I almost hit a baby today. Taking shots, there was a beautiful toddler in the corner so I tried to keep an eye on her while I was shooting. But her parents where there around her, so I didn’t think of it as my responsibility. Next thing I know, I hit a shot and realize she’s standing right under the basket and it was an entire nightmare reality in the breath of a moment. Time stopped, except for the ball dropping straight at her head. Spirit lashed in panic. Body froze. Paralysis.
BOOMP. The ball dropped right next to her, impossibly close. It happens so fast she barely bat an eye.
I still can’t believe the fear of that moment didn’t make me wet my pants.
Bonnie saw, too. In that split moment. So close. Two radically different realities separated by a hair of space.
It made my knees weak, how close it was.