Glory Days On the Intramural Basketball Team – Learning about Diversity

well they'll pass you by in the wink of a young girl's eye

well they’ll pass you by in the wink of a young girl’s eye

Yeah, just sitting back trying to recapture a little of the glory of, well time slips away and leaves you with nothing mister but boring stories of glory days

– Bruce Springsteen

Compared to most boys, I got a late start in the world of playing sports.  As a younger child on Goodman Avenue, our parents didn’t encourage involvement in organized team sports.  Hell, my dad didn’t even let me join Cub Scouts, for crying out loud.  I got my introduction to sports when we moved to the land of 60 kids (read me); the 500 block of Ridgelawn and Prytania.  With St Peters church only a block away, our block was predominately a Catholic neighborhood – translation, lots of kids and they did love their sports. Continue reading

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