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...*