Justin put me on his co-ed basketball team. It's a ward team.
They kept forfeiting because they didn't have enough girls show up.
Do I play basketball? No.
Have I ever played basketball? No.
It's the least I can do though for the guy who cooks me dinner whenever I ask;
The guy who makes a special trip to fill up my car that is out of gas when it is -12 degrees outside;
The guy who warms up his slippers just to put them on my cold feet;
The guy who is patient enough to teach me how to snowboard and shoot a layup even though I am so embarrassingly awkward at both.
The least I can do is play basketball even though it puts me so outside of my comfort zone (the pool).
My very first game in my whole life was last Thursday at 10:15 P.M.
The hour alone should have been enough of an excuse not to play. I can't keep up with these single folk, especially at 10:15.
But I played.
I played with all of the love I could muster.
So much in fact that I even scored a few points.
Basketball isn't so bad.
I love Justin.