A couple of years ago my husband rediscovered basketball. He used to like it as a kid, but grew up and became a bookworm-musician and gave up the television. Like, completely gave it up. Coworkers of his once asked him how he could dislike TV when “it asks so little and gives so much.” He laughed along, but to him TV took way more than it gave. He didn’t even own one until he married me and except for an occasional episode of “The Simpsons” never watched. But after a decade of marriage to me, the story-lover in all its forms, books, TV, feature films, he couldn’t resist its siren song any longer. What lured him the most was NBA and WNBA basketball and only to keep him company, I started watching. (A KU alum my only interest in basketball was near March madness when it was time to break out the blue and red and yell Rock Chalk Jayhawk!) I never expected to enjoy it, but now I’m hooked.
To my great surprise, the game is full of fascinating stories. I’ve been inspired by players (Linsanity!), teams (bad-ass Dallas in last year’s playoffs) and spectacular plays (watch this Rudy Fernandez tip-in at the buzzer). Though watching the game with me is a little like the time Luna Lovegood called one of the Quidditch matches (I probably notice new hairstyles on the players and who’s sitting on the sidelines at the games a bit more than your average sports fan.)
My biggest surprise though has been that basketball has taught me some things that can be applied to writing, including: [Read more…]