Hoop dreams
Hoop dreams
I was playing guard for a college basketball team, and was the only white guy on the court. Besides that, I was 20 years older than everyone else, and the shortest guy by at least 6 inches. We had no fans, and the coach didn't seem to have any problem with a huffing puffing old guy struggling up and down the court. Actually no one seemed to notice. When I got the ball, I either shot or passed. When someone came barrelling towards me, I got in the way. Those were my basic survival skills in the NCAA.
Given this sudden new predicament in life, I realized that there was no way to run with the pack, so I did strange things that made the fans laugh. I'd pass to the refs. I'd trip over the bench spilling Gatorade all over the other team. I'd fall crotch first into the TV cameras.
People started coming out. Just to see the show. And the team started playing better. Best of all I could even touch the rim.
I've never figured out whether it's pronounced "Moe's (like owned by one of three stooges) or Moss (like that guy out of Bonanza), but the one down the hill from me is open until 2am most days, which means that if I get out of the club early enough, I can catch the best burger in town, the muo si la bao or the Spicy Mos Burger. They have lots of jalapenos and 
