I suck at basketball and I can’t seem to bring myself to care. I think I used to care that I sucked at basketball and I think that’s the reason why I keep playing in these pickup games after school with my co-workers. But I’m sure it’s brutal to watch me. It’s brutal to be me knowing that others have to pretend that I’m worth even getting in to the game. I keep hoping that I’m like Seabiscuit. That one of these days, I’ll get out there and suddenly play more like Michael Jordan and less like Barney Fife. So maybe I do care.