Backyards tell stories of basketball hoops attached above garage doors. Of passing down the love for the game from fathers to sons. Of sibling rivalries as baby steps lead to Euro steps. Of pounding cracks in the pavement as you dribble your way from fumbling bounces to behind-the-back crossovers. That 18-inch ring, perched 10-feet high that you see as you drive past it has got scores of stories to tell.
I had a premium basketball court in my backyard and nobody could tell me otherwise. A rim, backboard and a net that goes swish are all you need. The muddy surface, littered with rocks & debris, wasn’t ideal. Rains would coat the ball in soil and muck, it was too soft for a satisfying bounce. This was my Staples Center, where I’d shoot for hours every day.
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