Last night, I waited until Sean got home from work and then he got me into my bed. I wasn’t tired and Sean sat on the couch resting before he took a shower right after he went to bed.
He was watching the highlight reel of the Detroit Pistons new draft pack from France. Sean was telling me about this right from the living room as I laid in my bed. He told me that he was pretty good and then he told me that he was #45.
He said that was a stupid number and I gasped and told him that #45 what’s my basketball number in high school. He made the statement that I must not have been good, it sounds more like a football number. I laughed and told him that I didn’t say that I was good. I am only 5 feet tall! I told him that I was an off-guard or a small forward because I could box out because I have ALWAYS had a big butt!
He told me that he could not picture me as a basketball player and got into the shower. I searched my camera roll to find this picture:
You told me that it was strange to see me like this and that I pretty much look the same except the creases around my eyes are deeper. Then he told me something that was so disappointing. Disappointing and sad. When I told him that I used to play basketball he told me that he can’t even remember me standing anymore. How sad! I have difficulty remembering that as well.
When Michael Jordan returned from his retirement in 1995, he chose to wear 45 instead of 23