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How I proved I was the better athlete

When I was 10 or 11 years old, I was clearly the best on all my sports teams, in all three major sports; baseball, football and basketball. He had been a standout since he was 4 or 5 years old. They told me I could be the next Babe Ruth. The problem was that when I hit puberty, I gave up more or less all sports; besides basketball. I always had a love for the game, in part because I could go out on my driveway as a kid and practice whenever I wanted. It made sense that I would have discovered that it was the easiest sport to play once I got involved in organized sports. A big reason I didn’t follow my dreams is because at puberty I started sweating like crazy. It would get in my eyes and burn me. When I played soccer and put the pads on, it would only last a day. He knew he was the best player there was, he had already shown it in “rag tag” football. When all was said and done, I found myself at 24 years old and contemplating what I wanted to do with my life. I slowly started practicing on the city basketball courts to see if I could prove to myself that he was still the best. By the time I turned twenty-six, I was ready to claim my superiority on the basketball court, even though I was barely 6’0 tall. Although he was tall enough to play center back when he was younger, now knew that I would have to limit myself to playing base!

As I did

The first thing I did after convincing myself that I was good enough to be a point guard, at least in the CBA, was to find out when and where the nearest test would take place. You were allowed to walk to a test. I had mainly been practicing 1v1 or 2v2 games. I played a little full court, but not enough to get past a CBA team (my first mistake). When I got to the test, I did very well and dominated the field, but I ran out of gas, fast. I decided that I would give 100% in the next test, and that it would take place in Oklahoma City, but unfortunately I never made it to that test. I had some personal problems that prevented me from attending that test and I finally gave up on the dream.

With Sports; “It’s never too late” does not apply

I realized that it would have been possible to make the CBA team in the first test if I had been in top form. It is never too late if you are twenty years old; that is It would be possible to move on to a professional team, although it would be the minor leagues at first, if for some reason you missed your college years! Don’t let anyone say you’re too old (unless you’re already in your thirties). If you knew you still have the talent at twenty-eight, don’t let them say you’re too old! You have the opportunity to achieve it. Everyone ages differently. Personally, if he were drafted today, at fifty, he could make quite a splash with an NBA team, at least for one season. now that would it be something right?

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