Why must my basketballs be stolen?
I love basketball. I am more than happy to share the joys and triumph with anyone willing to listen. That is why I ask your indulgence for a few moments so I may share my tale of thievery and woe. At age 47 I am pulling a Rodney Dangerfield and going back to camp. Not just any camp, mind you, but the Oconee County resident Coach Mark Fox of the University of Georgia men's basketball team's Father-Son camp in a couple of weeks. My 10-year-old son can truly use the tutelage of the outstanding instructor. Me, it is to see if I can hit the three in a real game on the big stage in Stegeman. A red Wilson ball and blue Wilson ball - both as ugly as could be found at the Mego-Lo-Mart - were snagged by me to see if I could get back in shape. No luck and soon thereafter they were snagged by someone in my 'hood. I purchased a couple of the cheapest, odd looking rubber basketballs like this other than it has some really odd "havoc" scallops in the weave instead o...