After coming to the Triangle almost seven years ago, I was looking for a place to shoot hoops and possibly find a weekly
game for myself. About a mile from where I was living was an outside concrete court at Green Hope High School in Cary, where I wandered by early on a Saturday morning. I found a group of guys, whom I guessed were 25-30 years my junior, who watched me as I warmed up on an adjacent court. They asked if I wanted to play, and I nodded yes. As they were about to choose up sides, they tried to gauge my age when someone said aloud “Has anybody seen George recently, you know, the guy who is ___ years old?” I laughed & said, “Well if George shows up today, I’ll be the oldest guy here by one year.” With that piece of information, they proceeded to “handicap” the sides with their choices. At the end of the morning when I said goodbye, my team had won three of its four games. Continue reading
