The human body is a strange thing. The last time I dunked a basketball or even attempted to dunk had to be back in 2003. I had become resigned to the fact that my body was no longer in basketball shape nor would it ever attain the basketball glory that it had once known. After all, I had been spending more time in bars than in gyms without a doubt.
But yesterday afternoon, Chocolate Thunder drove around his man, and I jumped, I looked into the eye of the last defender and what I saw was immediate recognition that I was expected to dunk. I was taking the big steps I used to take back when I could throw it down. I went up, and up, and missed the dunk. But I felt great just trying. It felt right. Of course, today everything on me is sore but it's nice to know that I'm slowly but surely returning to form!
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