It is nerve-wracking watching my kids' games.
I'm sorry to see it end.
My most memorable dunk, that I think about very, very often, is the Patrick Ewing dunk.
Basketball isn't my job.
I'm not out there sweating for three hours every day just to find out what it feels like to sweat.
Suddenly all is quiet. The other nine players? They're all moving in slow motion! I'm at normal speed! I know where everyone's going even before they know themselves. The basket is huge, maybe six feet across! How can I miss? It's like throwing a rock into a pond.