I had a shitty academic week, so I took it out on the hoop court on Friday night.
And then I wrote about it.
(I showered first.)
It’s the tempo of basketball:
the freestyle-the jazz-the avante garde method of thinking-acting-and-reacting.
That’s what I love about the game.
I’m 5’5 and to be honest- that doesn’t really work to my advantage on the hoop court. But I’m quick, I have good vision, and above all: I think really well on my toes. I adapt.
In the classroom- during discussions- I’m usually in the middle of the discussion- throwing out my insight. Another example of thinking on my toes. But when it comes to reading a 20-page affidavit in one sitting, writing an 800 word article in ninety minutes, or sifting through the shit-loads of emails we get sent daily… it takes a totally different method of thinking:
Thinking on your heels- (if you will).
It takes time. And seeing growth from time invested is a wonderful thing.
Through my experience thus far in the classrooms of Cal Berkeley’s Graduate School of Journalism, I’ve grown.
Clarification: I’ve grown = I’ve made mistakes… but those mistakes have been my lessons. My ability to spell, write, and take notes have hit a j-curve. My comprehension of English has grown to the point that I’m now understanding Spanish better, un poco. My eye for details in the world has increased my ability to dress…
(I got a compliment on my fashion from a cute girl the other day- go figure?)
… And this is only the first month.
Yeah, there’s nothing like growth through time invested.
I bought a basketball a little less than 3 months ago- I play quite regularly.
I mean, I suck. But I’m getting better.
I like to hoop by myself with my headphones on- early in the morning, it gets the blood flowing. I also hoop with my homies- I hoop with random homies…
Last weekend, I hooped with my ten year-old niece… she made more consecutive shots than I did.
(She was in the key, I was shooting from 3) … (That’s an attempt to cover my own ass).
When my niece made a couple of shots- I saw her face light-up. And that’s why I like to hoop… There are few greater joys in life than seeing that damn ball drop into the net: swishhhhhhhhh….
It’s an instant confidence builder. It’s a manifestation of one’s desperate attempt to calculate the trajectory of a leather-wrapped inflated object, through air, and into a metal cylinder… A cylinder that is only twice its size in circumference.
It’s all that intelligent shit… and it’s also Jim Jones’, slightly less intellectually-stimulating-statement of: “Baaaaaaaaallllllllllin,” which is a reference to financial success- and is shown through a hand gesture which originates from the follow through of a made jump shot.
Yeah: made shots- writing- my niece- the hoop court- the classroom…financial success.
Gotta make my shots.
Alright… that was a good post game press conference, I’ll leave ya’ll on this note.
Check out this video of this 5’4 homie getting stooooopid on the hoop court:
And on the topic of evolution/ hoops/ and making media: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y-OZI0-LhuQ&feature=related