jumping from a ladder made it possible to dunk a basketball,
but all that unfolding-setting up a ladder,
not to mention the ice in winter….
we got tired of the crutch anyway and wanted to dunk on our own.
there were magazine offers to send away for special spongy shoes.
they promised an additional 24 inches to our vertical leap for like 50 dollars.
all we had to do was wear these weird things around for like a month,
but we were too cheap and knew our feet were gonna grow,
that we’d have to buy a new pair every year.
there were also summer camps promising increased vertical leaps and
how to master sentence structure,
novel writing and
how to market a best seller.
it all sounded so military crazy and serious so we played h-o-r-s-e instead.
did you ever play h-o-r-s-e?
hell of a game.
one player takes a shot,
any kind of shot,
sometimes a double bank shot off a wall shot or
even a blindfolded shot.
there were no rules or limitations
only if the shot went in,
the other player had to make it too because
if he didn’t make it,
then he got a letter – H.
i don’t know why we called it h-o-r-s-e?
people played with all kinds of words.
we didn’t even need a basketball or a hoop to play h-o-r-s-e.
we once played inside an abandoned deli.
you could still smell the meats and spices.
we used a crumpled up a piece of paper and a hole in the floor.
there were no perfect bodiess, scintillating words or brilliant visions to lose in h-o-r-s-e
because no one had any of that stuff in the first place
so no one cut off their ears, jumped off bridges or even worse
made big soap opera drama hollowood announcements that they were quitting.
we just had fun instead.