Today I’m playing basketball again.
Or rather
I keep throwing the battered soccer ball,
left behind by two kids
of the family who moved out and on,
to the net-less hoop they had set up the pine tree
while the dog looks on
perplexed.
Every sixth attempt goes in, or so.
It’s been a while.
Bestia is the only witness to this phenomenon.
Tall slim pine trees are looking down on me.
Overweight middle-aged woman
trying to score.
Bestia’s Buddy moved out with the family.
He left a bone in the grass for his friend.
Bestia found it and wouldn’t budge, his teeth clenched around it.
His eyes were wild and the message was clear:
“AS IF you want it for yourself.
You’d throw it away!”
But that was before I found the ball
and the old wish stirred at every basket made.
It was pre-kissing
pre-smoking
pre-everything.
I played with the boys after school,
a rare girl.
It might be because the ball was mine.
Of course, that was it!
And I’ve thought all this time he liked me.
Yet it was nothing sweeter than scoring a 3-pointer
that wasn’t invented yet
over his defending body.
I know, he was not guarding me as he would another boy.
I wonder how much longer girls will be counting on it.
Still there was something in his eyes
when my ball went in
and it was his fault.
And it went in a lot.
In a way it went in even before it left my hands.
I instilled it with the mission and let it fly.
Now I see them make a shot and turn their backs to the basket
with a hand behind the ear waiting for the ball to pop in.
It was like that.
And now there are pine trees and grass beneath my feet
and a ball that doesn’t bounce
and no one to pass it to
but the dog.
I stop the count at 7:0. Tomorrow I’ll go for 10.
I take the coat and scarf that I’ve left on the ground,
I take the dog
and we walk home.
I loved your reminiscence, mostly because it was sweet and beautiful, and maybe a little bit because I saw myself, too, in that younger girl who played sports with the boys!
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Oh, Lexi, two of a kind quite a bit then. 😉 I’m happy that you found your way to this post and liked it.
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I liked this a lot. Growing up here, in my state, basketball is a really big deal. At school, foursquare was a game played by girls in dresses and bows. At home, we put on our play clothes to play basketball with the boys. This lasted until probably age 12 or 13.
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Thank you, Joey. I miss it, it seems. I’ll post this poem on my regular blog too, only in prose so that poetry-haters read it too. 😀 I haven’t heard of foursquare yet.
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It’s a bouncy ball game played in four squares within a square. It’s quite dull unless everyone is good at it.
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I have happy memories of playing foursquare! Esp. 5th and 6th grade, school recess. Wearing a dress and the knee socks that were so popular then. 🙂
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Go, Dragon!
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I haven’t always liked sports. I come from a family to whom music comes easily. But sports? Not so much. But I did like it when our 6th grade teacher, who used to play in the minor leagues, taught us how to bat. I liked the sensation of the bat hitting the ball (the running? Not so much). In high school, I got Ds in PE (Phys. Ed.) until we had Dance. Dance involved music, and for the first time scored me an A in PE! Then basketball came along. I loved the sensation of shooting a lay-up and practiced it over and over. Playing an actual game? Not so much. 😉 But later there came along my best pal, my son John, who collected baseball cards, and we started going to games. Then along came NBA basketball…and Luka. And now I was really hooked!
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Thanks, Susan. Good for you! I love it that music got you an A in PE. 😀 Music and basketball and love, and we’re covered.
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