Pass me the rock.....

I have a different view of life today,after writing last Friday that I was not feeling great.I had been observing others around me and trying to compare my life to their lives. That will never be productive. In a note from The Universe early last week, I was reminded that if I were to walk in another man's shoes, I would never be able to comprehend the view.
This week the college basketball season will come to an end. After the rigors of a long season, a new NCAA champion will be crowned. It's a big deal for those who follow basketball.
At one time in my life, I loved playing basketball. Seriously, it was my favorite sport to play. I know, you are probably having a tough tie wrapping your head around the vision of a 5'10, 250 Jewish white boy being a hoops fanatic. It is the truth.
I loved playing the game. I am not here to tell you that I was an all-star. Forget any images of me soaring to the hoop. t never happened. Nor can I tell you that I had a dagger for a jump shot . AT best when I was having a good day, I could drain a few from deep in the left corner .
Still I loved to play the game.
Surprisingly, when I had the opportunity to get on the court,the playing field always seemed to level out. I certainly won many more games than I lost.
You may ask how could that possibly be?
Well it's because I worked hard at it. My defense was not tenacious but it was solid.My hands were always up and I was rarely out of position.Occasionally,if my opponent was careless, my hands were active enough to strip him of the ball and often, I would block a shot, not because of my leaping ability but because of my timing and positioning.
The one thing I did as well as anyone on a court is never quit.
I never dogged it. I never didn't get back on defense. I never didn't fight for positioning for a rebound and I certainly always busted my butt to get back up court on offense. 
There was also the occasional devastating pick.
(There' nothing like seeing some hot shot sitting on the floor wondering how he got there!)
I loved playing the game and when I had the opportunity to get into a game,I always played above my perceived ability.
The trick for me was to get in the game.
Same goes for my life.
I know I am not the most gifted.
I am not the fastest, the smartest, the most skilled or the most talented.
What I am is as hard a worker as you will ever meet .
I have an unbelievable grasp of how to play the game,the fundamentals and more important than anything else, I will never quit!
Check!