I’ve known for a few months now that I was going to have a chance to shoot a free throw on the court at Madison Square Garden. Part of the reason I bought my tickets was that free throw. The idea of standing on that court where I’d watched so many games, where I’d seen so many great players, was too good to resist.
So I knew … but I didn’t do anything to get ready for that moment. Instead, I spent most of my time thinking of ways to get out of having to take the shot. I had no illusions, was entirely certain that I would miss the basket by a fairly large margin. I was mostly concerned about embarrassing myself in front of the dozens of people who’d be on the court with me.
Last night was the game, Knicks v. Pistons. I haven’t been to a professional basketball game in a long time, and it was fun to be there, fun to remember my long-ago history of being an avid fan, of traveling to games as a teenager, of shouting myself hoarse, of my favorite cheers from high school, of following NCAA games with my sister … of having the Knicks break my heart every year, and Patrick never getting his championship ring.
The Knicks came through last night, however, winning 96 to 84. That was satisfying.
It was also clouded by my growing nerves about the foul shot moment that was fast approaching. It came, it went. And no one’s blowing up my phone trying to sign me for a WNBA contract. (heh)
I worried that I wouldn’t get the ball anywhere near the net, pretty sure that I don’t have the upper body strength or the awareness of what to do with my body to propel the ball correctly. Yeah, right on all counts. Mine was one of the more glorious whiffs of the night, at least in my eyes. Alas.
There was this shining moment, however, when I looked like I might actually know what I’m doing:
The ball felt good in my hands — light, manageable, small and tossable. I had a brief flicker of, “Maybe … ”
And three seconds later it was the walk of shame off the court to get my coat and get out. Sigh.
I have other talents. And it’s good to remind myself of them in moments like this.
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8 thoughts on “Throwing Away My Shot”
Amazing! Your moment of fame–impressive to say the least when you consider the countless people who never even get one shot. Way to build up the emotional anticipation in your writing.
Yes, getting to be on the court was really special. Getting to feel how huge it is, how huge the venue is. That was cool! 🙂
You may have waffled, but it made for a most delicious slice. Well done you!
Thanks, Rai! 🙂
What a cool experience, even if you didn’t make the shot. I can’t believe you didn’t make it! ;).
Thanks for the vote of confidence, Lisa … but I most definitely missed the shot! 😏
You look ike a champion to me!