When I was a kid I would spend hours on end outside shooting basketball. I would pretend to be KY vs LSU or some other rival team. I knew at least the starting 5 for LSU and Tennessee and all the players for UK. I would have good hard fought games. KY wouldn't always win, well that's probably not true, but anyhow I had a real love for the game.
Today I was buying something, Little Debbie cake of some sort, and the guy behind the register asked me about the tournament. For the life of me I had absolutely no idea what he was talking about. Now don't get me wrong. I've been following the games at a distance, reading the stories every day, studying the brackets to see who is progressing, but my burning desire to know, to watch is not there. What happened?
I can honestly say I really don't know. There is no time I can go back to and say I quit caring about basketball at that moment, it just happened over time. Perhaps that's what happens as we get older. I know that my father was a huge baseball fan when he was a kid, and I can honestly say I hardly ever remember him watching a game when I was growing up.
It's sad to know that basketball is lost to me maybe forever, but it has been replaced I can say by cycling, the NCFA and my wife and dog. It's a wonderful life now and so I can say I am much happier now than I was when I had basketball.
