I must admit. I am a victim of adjustable basketball hoops.
I'm six-foot-one and a half, you see. I'm the tallest person in my family, and even among my close personal friends. But I'm white. Which means I can't jump very high. At all.
When I play basketball, I cannot dunk a basketball in a ten-foot hoop. I can merely grasp the rim with my fingers.
You cannot imagine the pain it causes, being forced to merely perform finger rolls, day in and day out.
I was eating less. I couldn't sleep at night. My grades were failing. I was practicing plyometrics all day, dreaming of the day when I would finally be able to dunk.
Finally, I let the fierce desire get the better of me. I lowered the hoop, to nine and a half feet.
I dunked, but it was difficult. I was so.happy, I decided to commit the unspeakable: I lowered it.again, to nine.
I know what you're thinking: "How could a young man fall that far, all over finger rolls?" You don't know the agony I went through. To finally dunk,.with ease, was pure bliss.
Unfortunately, my grades never improved. My family spurned me when they learned what I have done. And now, I have no family. No home. I'm out on the street, playing in public parks. And none of the parks have anything but 10 foot hoops. And I still can't dunk on them.
God bless.