The Mavericks just won the title. They actually did in June last year, but for some reason I only got to watch all the games in the past few days. And man, what a finals series. Six games, each one a thriller. It's crazy how different the game looks now that I'm a bit older. Back in the nineties, when the Bulls were rocking it with Michael, Scottie and Dennis, I watched the games through different eyes. Most of all, I guess, I payed more attention to offense plays.
I click on the x and close the window that says NBA Finals 2011. I look out the window and stretch my back, then I get up and scan across my room. I wish I had a basketball here to practice, or at least feel the grip of it to prepare my hands for later today. I grab my Namdaemun sports bag and start packing. Most importantly my shoes, then a pair of comfy white sports socks, a black roomy t-shirt and of course black basketball shorts. Nothing fancy, just solid gear.
One thing that I absolutely love about my days in London is that I was introduced to a group of ball players who gather once a week to shoot some leisure baskets. Every Saturday - sometimes around noon, sometimes in the evening - I take the Hammersmith and City Line to Edgeware Road where I change to the District Line that goes all the way to Wimbledon. The journey takes about an hour and I enjoy every single minute of it. Once a week I really like taking the tube.
I used to be very much into basketball when I was younger. We had a good court in the back of our school, maybe that's why. My brother was a huge influence, too. I mean, he always was and always will be, but even with things like sports, he made me pick it up. We still go play when we're back at home at the same time and the weather is alright. I miss those days. At one point, I think it was around '01 or '02, I lost a good portion of motivation for the game. I don't know.
It came back to life in '04 when K invited me to play with him and some of the Südstadt Kids in the gym of an elementary school in town. They met every Wednesday and it was always great fun. After graduation I went to Korea and even though I always had shoes and a ball, I barely played. My focus then was clearly on skateboarding. And it still is, most definitely. But every once in a while, every Saturday that is, I become a ball player. It's sort of a vacation, almost a journey in time.
I used to be very much into basketball when I was younger. We had a good court in the back of our school, maybe that's why. My brother was a huge influence, too. I mean, he always was and always will be, but even with things like sports, he made me pick it up. We still go play when we're back at home at the same time and the weather is alright. I miss those days. At one point, I think it was around '01 or '02, I lost a good portion of motivation for the game. I don't know.
It came back to life in '04 when K invited me to play with him and some of the Südstadt Kids in the gym of an elementary school in town. They met every Wednesday and it was always great fun. After graduation I went to Korea and even though I always had shoes and a ball, I barely played. My focus then was clearly on skateboarding. And it still is, most definitely. But every once in a while, every Saturday that is, I become a ball player. It's sort of a vacation, almost a journey in time.
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