Basketball

I miss playing basketball. I think in a way, basketball was my therapy when I played. I didn't have a care in the world about what was going on in my life...it was all about making my 3's...yes I did and still can make a 3. I remember starting in 3rd grade...just coming off of cheerleading for football (yes, I was a cheerleader). I was the tallest out there...center was my first position ever. Who knew years later I wouldn't be a 5, but a 1 or 2...(in other words not a center, but a point guard or shooting guard) Everyone caught up with my growth spurt in elementary school. I grew into my legs, and figured out how to make the perfect assist up the court...ahh I miss those days...
Anyways, I've been challenged so many times by my bf (who knew I'd find another bball junkie AND a guy who really can challenge me at a 3-pointer)..I think it's time I lace the sneaks back up. I may be rusty right now, but in a few short months, I'll be able to stomp all over his Dallas lovin' behind. (GO SPURS!)
So my challenge to you, my love (if you're reading this...prolly not), around our 2nd anniversary of being together, let's have a 3-pointer challenge...may the best female win ;-)

I'll update this...whenever he reads it ;-)