What Does Dad Have to Say About This..??

          I interviewed my dad for my blog. I actually had a hard time choosing which parent to do because they both would have been great candidates. However, I am glad I chose my dad because he gave good, quality answers that I was not expecting.  Here is just the highlight’s of the interview:

When did we, as a family become interested in Basketball?

                Dad said, “Well, I guess it started with your older sister.”

What do you mean?

                Dad, “She wanted to play so we signed her up when she was 9 in a rec-league. Then you became interested and wanted to play. So it just evolved from there.”

Did you ever hesitate or were unwilling to let us play?

                Dad, “No! I mean of course we were worried that you would hurt your knee or ankle, but we wanted y'all

to have fun. So no, we never hesitated to let you or your sister’s play.”

How did you feel when I told you I had forgotten my shoes at a AAU tournament?

                Dad, “I don’t quiet remember but I’m sure I was upset at first. I remember your mom being much more upset than I was.”

Why didn't you just let me sit out that game?

                Dad, “That came to mind…I knew though that it would hurt your team if you had to sit out. So I had to do what I had to do. But there was a lesson in there for you that you learned. Don’t forget your stuff!!!”

I feel like I not only understand my dad a little more but I also now know how my families love for basketball started. My uncle played basketball when he was in High School. My dad tells me all the time that he was fantastic. And that if he ever got you under the basket, it was over. I guess basketball has been in my family ever since I can remember.

The other day when I was sorting through some of my old play toys and books, I found a book that someone had given me. It had a small, little girl on the front with a basketball in her hand. The spin was cracked and some pages were missing. After asking my mom where it came from, she told me that my papa had given that book to my older sister and I when we were really young. She then went on to tell me that my sister and I never went anywhere without it. I took from that that I have always loved basketball and always will.

The interview was a success I believe. I mean we were sitting in a small, run down Mexican restaurant in south Huntsville when I interviewed him, can’t get much better than that. There were some questions, however, that I wish my dad would have gone into more detail, such like when I asked how a situation made him feel he would simply shrug his shoulders and give me a one word answer. May be that is one aspect I can work on is somehow getting the person I’m questioning to be more descriptive. There were times when we laughed about things. Case in point, when I was 8 years old, I had just started practice and was terrible at everything. I challenged my dad to a pick-up game in our driveway. I knew I had no chance but I wasn't going to let that stop me. We were playing for a little while until all of the sudden I heard this really obnoxious sound come from behind me. I turned around just in time to see my dad trip over his feet and face plant into the pavement. Luckily he wasn't hurt badly just a few scratches here and there. I know one thing is for sure, family and basketball go hand in hand with my family and I.