My husband Vince and I were "just friends" when we started playing co-ed pickup basketball games almost 40 years ago and we relied on a simple, effective game plan. He roamed the perimeter and fired me passes under the hoop and I, recognizing the timidity of macho ballers reluctant to guard a girl, would put [...]
She's a little rickety when she plays the game, just like me. August bees fly out of her backboard when someone banks a shot, and they dare all comers with their swarming D. Still, she sits regally (though not regulationally) atop a driveway court that slants steeply to the street. And, oh the stories she [...]
We hear spring in Wisconsin long before we see it -- the sweet call of the first brave robin, the squish of mud beneath our feet, the cheerful babble of river water finally flowing free. Driveway basketballs bounce off pavement finally cleared of ice, swings creek happily in the park and people chat on street [...]