My love for basketball began in 1990, when I was 12 and playing with dinosaur erasers.
The general store in my elementary school sold these cheap little erasers that came in different dinosaur shapes: pterodactyl, triceratops, tyrannosaurus rex, stegosaurus, etc. As a young kid, I mostly played baseball and football. I’d make up long, elaborate games between teams of dinosaurs. Their body types determined their positions: the pterodactyls, with their long wing spans and slim bodies, were wide receivers and centerfielders, adept at reaching up high for touchdowns (or interceptions) and reaching over the wall to steal a home run. The squat, powerful triceratops were tight ends and catchers. The t-rexes played linebacker and pitcher (the short arms gave him a deceptive arm angle). The stegosauruses were offensive linemen and designated hitters—you weren’t getting by one if he didn’t want you getting by, and good luck getting a fastball by that tail. Continue reading