In Indiana, basketball is like a second religion. I grew up idolizing my uncle, whom played for the high school that I would eventually attend. I would run around my grandmothers house acting out my fantasies of winning the sectional championship. My grandmother and mother would play the school fight song as I made my entrance into the make shift basketball arena, that was my grandmothers kitchen. Many memories were made for me and my family during that time.
As I got older, the time came for me to put in the work to make my goals and dreams come to fruition. I started out playing basketball at the local YMCA. I was not the best player on the team but I no doubt was one of the hardest workers on the court. YMCA basketball did fair so well for me as I was one of the smallest and slowest kids on the team. I was what one would call a bench player. I didn’t get much playing time and when I did it was because everyone had to play a certain amount of minutes per game. This was disheartening to me as my hopes and dreams seem to be all for not.
Next up was grade school basketball. In grade school I actually started on my team and was one of the better players. However, when it came time to choose the all start team, I once again was relegated to the bench warmer. It seemed no matter how hard I worked and no matter how much time and dedication I put in, I was never going to be good enough.
Finally high school had arrived. I attended many basketball camps to better prepare me for the all might IHSAA basketball. As a freshman, I started the season on the B team. By mid-season I was a starter on the A team. My hard work and determination was finally paying off....