16-Win-By-Two: A Basketball Life on the Outdoor Courts

“Kid, you’d better get home... your parents are going to be looking for you. Don’t you know it’s getting late and dark? Get home, kid!”

It was getting late, and I was shooting by the light of the moon, but I was forty years old, and my

parents turned me loose many years ago. I may have looked like a kid who should be out getting ready for a trick-or-treat journey, but I was on a basketball mission -- and when I told the

concerned visitors that I would be OK for the night, and that I was over forty, they were a bit shocked.