Whenever I type out another line of Days with Basketball on my keyboard, I still can't help feeling a sting in my nose, as if I'm about to cry. Basketball is an indelible mark left on my youth.
Whenever I think back to those days, whenever that orange-red basketball appears in my mind, those tearful memories of youth come rushing back, like a festering wound that clings to the bone.
Please give me a little time. This book has nothing to do with the NBA or national politics. It's simply a story about youth and basketball, and I'm sure you'll find a little of yourself in it.
I recommend my friends' new books: Dream Thief's Seduction and Reborn: McGrady's Return as King.
Blood Pearl Calamity and God's Postmodern Life are both really, really good books. If they're not good, then their authors don't have any balls.
