I just watched the movie again, and the scene where Sanaa Lathan's character Monica talks to her mother about how it was important to her that she watch her games really touched me.
That scene brought back memories of how I used to wish like crazy that my dad would go watch my games. He was always pretty busy, but during those early years when I was just starting out, I always thought that he was embarassed about how bad I was.
I'm sure he wasn't, but his absence still hurt. I used that as motivation to get better and eventually I got good enough to play ball in college. But I wonder sometimes if he did come watch me play, would I have been better or worse than I am? All sons do things to get their fathers' approval. I wonder if my dad went that route if it would have been better motivation for me to improve my game.
That being said... you can't get much better than playing D3 ball. Heh.
Posted by glenn at December 15, 2004 02:26 AMYour love of the game still impresses me. Your desire and heart are unmatched. I never have seen anyone that I coached or watched, play till "the fat lady sings". Even when we were younger and went to basketball camp, even wearing a cast you'd sit on the bench to boost morale to your fellow team-mates. And when the cast comes off, I can see it in your eyes that you are itching to get back on the court. I know for a fact; your never say die attitude made the team you are in now win those championships you rightly deserve. From a Kuya's point of view, I can say I AM PROUD TO WATCH YOU PLAY.
AAAANNNDDD, I also can proudly say; that I scored 8pts when YOU were playing defense on me. To a guard's view seeing a small, yet immovable, forward; I was amazed that I was able to score that much on you.
Posted by: Kuya at December 15, 2004 07:57 AM