V.T.'s back in Berkeley, visiting the in-laws. Over a week without ball and he's jonesing for a game. Last visit, he checked out the local YMCA. The verdict: decent ball, but tiny court. This time, he ventures down to the Cal Rec Facility for noon ball, which appears to be a ubiquitous phenomenon.
He experiences a mix of disappointment and pride. Disappointment at the one-on-one nature of noon ball in Berkeley--the lack of hustle and teamwork--and pride because there is no comparison with noon ball back in Alberta. The ball in Edmonton is of another species entirely. It is competitive without being assholey, intense without any real hostility. The talented players pass and hustle. The lesser talented ballers--like V.T.--get their boards and garbage buckets.
There was too much mouthing off, too much no defense at the Cal Rec Center. Still, he'll be back.
Monday, December 15, 2008
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