I only played basketball for two years, and I was only allowed to play on defense. Which was sometimes awkward. Towards the end of close games, the coach would sub me in when their team had the ball and sub me out when our team got it. Which was confusing because the ball changes possession very quickly in middle school girls basketball. If I happened to be in when we were on offense, the plays were always, “Caitie runs around and gets out-of-the-way and never gets the ball.” I was a very fast runner back then. Anyone who knows anything about basketball defense knows that moving your feet is the best way to d somebody. So that’s what I did, and I was very good at defense. I’d run around defending their best player and then run to the bench when we got the ball and then run back to play more defense. I ran a lot in practice, too, because I’d miss all my shots and have to run as penalty.
When I’d be at home, my dad would say: “Caitie, instead of reading that book you should go outside and practice dribbling.” Or, “Caitie, instead of reading that book you should go out side and practice shooting.” I was terrible when it came to ball work because I didn’t like practicing ball work. I only liked playing in the game. Which was how I eventually knew that basketball wasn’t for me. I also knew because I wasn’t yet 5′ and nearly finished with my growing.
I want to write a book someday because I am an angsty soul. And this blog is where I will practice dribbling and shooting and making lay-ups. I am not ready to write my book, but I am ready to write. I’m ready to assemble words into logical relationships that convey meaning in unique and surprising ways, and then string sentences together to communicate bigger relationships in more complicated and surprising ways. I will write about things that are relatively inconsequential, self-focused, and ranting, because I want to practice sentences and paragraphs.
I’m a little odd and so is my life. I invite you to read on and comment on what I have to say, if you wish. But better yet, please comment on how I say things, so I can learn to say them better.
-I can never decide whether I love the Oxford comma or if I think it’s pretensions. It will show up sometimes and sometimes it won’t. I’m sorry if that annoys you.
-I cannot spell to save my life and often get words that have similar sounds mixed up. Please let me know that this has happened; giggle, don’t judge.
Always remember that you reading my blog is like you watching me practice dribbling in my drive way (something I’ve never done before.)