He Got Game, But Not Me

After playing some basketball with my dad for the past half hour, I came to one shocking realization. I really suck at basketball. I mean, I used to be decent. My many years as a bench player in the rec league was not without some improvement to my skill. But tonight's performance, consisting of a lot of airballs under and over the backboard, indicated that I have a lot that I need to work on. A lot. I could start with my power control, but that'd be repeating things that everyone's been talking about for way too long.

As a side note, my dad on the other hand is still spot on and was shooting and hitting his shots from all over our driveway. Pretty funny.