We're playin' BAS-KET-BALL

I've been playin' a lot of basketball lately in my backyard and its taken me that time to painfully realize that I lack the skills I once had. Takes me back to the Summer before eighth grade, I practiced so hard so I would make Varsity and I tried and tried and tried to make a lay-up and even practiced in my sleep. I breathed basketball. The heat would not keep me inside; I practiced in the shade. That Fall I tried out and I made starting point guard. Freaked me out, man. I convinced myself that I could be good, and it worked. That was the one and only time in my life thus far that I worked that hard. Whether or not that's shameful, it's true. And I guess its sad that it was so long ago, and I haven't been able to duplicate that sort of effort. I guess these past years have sort of killed me. I see no need to work hard. No need to care. Study. I pass classes on luck and my memory. I study during lunch everyday; lunches I should spend going to club meetings. But I'm not in any. Sad, right? And I'll pay the ultimate price when I get those rejection letters from all those schools that I hoped to attend. Yeah-fucking-right. Well, anyway, that year with the basketball thing...I think that was the proudest year I've ever had. That is sad. I'll admit it right now. FRIGGIN' HIGH SCHOOL.