Sunday, June 8, 2008


Above is where a basketball hoop is not.

Thursday night I went to watch the Celtics. I walked into town wearing jeans and jeans jacket. The jacket is old, and I think I'm going to have it dry cleaned in hopes it maintains some structural integrity. I dunno. Some things are too good to throw away. But I unfortunately arrived in time for the half, and left during the third quarter when Pierce got injured. It was bad timing. I only wanted one beer. Sounds like it was a great game.

There's a picture of me as a teenager shooting baskets at our house. I'm wearing green pants and a nylon greenish print shirt. (gag.) My parents did not allow us to wear jeans to school though I could buy some for camping. I seem to recall this was the source of a few discussions. Oddly enough, I was not an outcast though all my friends wore regular clothes (jeans and whatnot). One time a sincere girl tried to give me fashion advice, but she wasn't mean about it. (Obviously she was a future advocate for lost causes.) I suspect my junior high and high school were a nerd oasis.

I do believe the wearing or not wearing of jeans has had absolutely zippo impact on who I am today. Perhaps I may be more inclined to do what I want without worrying about it. However, that could be due to my genes and not my jeans.

*I keep thinking on putting up a basket...*


Suldog said...

If a basket would make you happy, put one up. You only have so many years when a spring in your step will make it more enjoyable than wearing. Don't waste them.

Chucka Stone Designs said...

Do it! Then get some green jeans and go all retro while you shoot hoops :)

Rosebud Collection said...

Do you like basketball? If so, that garage top is calling for a hoop..
The gal that tried to give you advise in school, really wanted to wear your clothes..Reverse psychology.

Chris Stone said...

rose, I don't think so about the reverse psychology! I definitely wasn't a fashion plate. hmmm. amazing how some things don't change!