I Could Bear The Memory, But I

Basketball Allowed Me To Revere My Father Without Him Knowing What I Was Up To. I Took Up Basketball As A Form Of Homage And Mimicry.

It Enclosed Us In Its Laceries As We Watched The Moon Spill Across The Atlantic Like Wine From An Overturned Glass. With The Light All Around Us, We Felt Secret In That Moon-infused Water Like Pearls Forming In The Soft Tissues Of Oysters.

One Can Learn Anything, Anything At All, I Thought, If Provided By A Gifted And Passionate Teacher.

If Not For Sports, I Do Not Think My Father Would Have Ever Talked To Me.

I Was The Only Person In The World Who Thought It Was A Military Duty To Appear To Be In A Good Mood.