One Possession at a Time

Former ballers Were you the man on the court back in the stretched out on the couch with chips

and replays of his old highlights. His teenage son walked in, looked at him,

and said we're going outside right now. What happened next changed everything. The kid dragged

him to the driveway, handed him the ball, and said prove you still got it. First shot clanged

off the rim. Second one too. Dad was breathing heavy, legs feeling every

year he skipped. But something clicked when his son started laughing, not at him,

with him. They ran drills until the porch light came on. Talked trash like

teammates. Remembered what it felt like to compete together, not just watch from