Hoop Dreams
I never thought this day would come, but it has. I feel a horrible sense of guilt for it, which you may feel free to use against me as necessary.
With the recent sun beginning to peak it's head through the Seattle clouds, this past weekend Jessica and I set out to buy some recreational gear. With only a bocce ball set to our name in the category of sports equipment, we decided it was time to invest in some new gear.
There's a nice little park about a block from our condo that we often visit on warmer days, and this park is equipped with a small basketball court (think Washington Park basketball court, but substitute the homeless guys for Microsoft nerds). There's not much of a lawn for other activities, so the b-ball court naturally becomes the focus of the park.
That's when I did it.
The first piece of sporting equipment purchased by the Aaron and Jessica Faber household was a basketball. We own no soccer ball. Just a basketball.
Ashamed? Partially. I did have fun beating Jessica in a free throw competition on Saturday. Yet I still feel a strong sense of guilt, as if I betrayed something or someone so close to me.
I blame Jim Brinks. And his boss.
With the recent sun beginning to peak it's head through the Seattle clouds, this past weekend Jessica and I set out to buy some recreational gear. With only a bocce ball set to our name in the category of sports equipment, we decided it was time to invest in some new gear.
There's a nice little park about a block from our condo that we often visit on warmer days, and this park is equipped with a small basketball court (think Washington Park basketball court, but substitute the homeless guys for Microsoft nerds). There's not much of a lawn for other activities, so the b-ball court naturally becomes the focus of the park.
That's when I did it.
The first piece of sporting equipment purchased by the Aaron and Jessica Faber household was a basketball. We own no soccer ball. Just a basketball.
Ashamed? Partially. I did have fun beating Jessica in a free throw competition on Saturday. Yet I still feel a strong sense of guilt, as if I betrayed something or someone so close to me.
I blame Jim Brinks. And his boss.
posted by Aaron at 3:29 PM
6 Comments:
I always knew the Faber family was a "hoops" family. Just too bad that its finally showing, perhaps they could have been the next Walton family...
Then it's no coincidence that Bill Walton himself rode his bike right through the Faber/Veldkamp wedding picture-taking session at Balboa Park.
Funny I heard about that just a few days ago... you didn't hear any stories about me did you?
I hear a few stories from time to time about you anonymous. Good ones.
That's a shame. Your new soccer ball will be shipped in 3-5 days, Jim buys.
good think i check the comments on aarons blog regularly. i am the one who wishes to remain anonymous.
-kyle
lightning anyone?
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