I was just sitting here, and like a flash flood this memory just came to mind. It’s late Autumn, almost Winter. The snow is falling outside and hundreds of people are crowded into my high school gym for a basketball game against our biggest rival.
It’s hotter than July in that place. You’re having so much fun you can barely stand it. The bleachers are rocking. The anticipation might kill you right there. As the clock ticks down, the volume goes up. You can’t even hear the ref’s whistle, it’s so loud.
“Warm up the bus! Warm up the bus! Warm up the bus!”
We knew we were going to win.
Man, those were fun times.
Who knows where that came from. Basketball isn’t really my thing. High school seems so long ago. But a memory like that, it’s welcome any time.