I had the pleasure of kickin' it with my homie Fergie on Monday. Many would say that he was one of the best ball players to come out of the Eastern Suburbs. I shared the court with him for the majority of my teenage years and I still fear his defence to this day (I may have been rejected by him, more than a few times). Despite his freakish talents, he always remained the most humble player on the court. He would bury shot after shot, with not even a glimpse of arrogance. He also had a nurturing soft spot for the amateur players, always passing the ball when they were positioned for the open shot, which he'd always follow with encouragement, whether they sinked or missed it. This speaks volumes about his character.
The days of punishing ourselves on the asphalt are over, but it was good to reconnect with it again. Our skills might be a little rusty (Fergie occasionally misses), but the love is still there.
Monday was an important day for us. The days will get better brother.