I still miss playing basketball. I miss feeling faster than most other players I played with. I miss that feeling of having played for thirty minutes, running hard and wearing down the other players and still feeling like I could run like that for another hour. I think that’s what I miss the most about having to give up running sports when I broke my leg (link). Oh, I was never good enough, (or even brave enough), to try out for the high school team, but leave me unguarded in the three point range in our industrial and church leagues and I was liable to drop half a dozen three pointers in on you within the first quarter. I just loved to shoot.