My little brother and I are having a brother-sister bonding weekend. As he is 14 and this weekend is also his birthday weekend, I have endeavored to be a good older sister and do things that he will enjoy.
This includes watching 8 hours of high school basketball in one day.
This morning, we rose and shone in order to get tickets and a good seat for the regional 4A basketball games. These games because, A. that's the region we live in B. the second game featured Lawrence North's Greg Oden who is supposed to be the next Lebron James (and at 7 1/2 feet tall, I would guess there's not much guesswork involved), and C. it was at Hinkle Fieldhouse, the only true place to see high school and college basketball (and I'm not even a Butler alum).
So, off we went, ready to cheer for any and every team (aren't we benevolent?). I must say, I am more of a football fan than basketball, but there really is something wonderful of walking into a gym with the sun shining in, fans with painted faces and the mysterious pull of the underdog. While I don't think I need to dedicate a Saturday to high school basketball again anytime soon, I do feel a strange hankering to watch Hoosiers and sigh about the good ole' days...before the brackets.
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