The NCAA basketball Championship game was on tv last night. I felt compelled to watch the game even though Bravo was showing an episode of Real Housewives of Orange County.
I'm not sure why I felt compelled to watch the game. It's not like I have a burning desire to watch basketball. Or any sports for that matter.
Maybe it's my roots - I'm a Hoosier and basketball is kinda what we do.
You might not know this about me, but I'm not really much of an athlete. Except on roller skates, of course. But even I played on a basketball team as a kid.
It was 5th grade. I was about four feet tall and had big dreams of being a Harlem Globetrotter. The only two things I lacked to become a Globetrotter were height and athletic ability.
The elementary school's basketball team was about as close to the Globetrotters as I could get, so I signed up. I had no idea that I had no talent. As in none. Zero. Zippo.
It didn't really bother me though. I just liked being part of a team and (more importantly) I got to pick my jersey number.
Picking a jersey number was very hard for some of the girls. They wanted their age. Or the year they were born. Or their dad's football number from when he was in high school.
The choice was easy for me. I quickly settled on 01.
Not 1.
01.
That zero was very significant to my jersey number. I very emphatically wanted that zero.
I picked 01 because that number came from a huge influence in my upbringing. My world was wrapped around Toni Tenille, roller skating, Hubba Bubba gum
and the Dukes of Hazzard.
You might be shocked to learn that I never did become a Globetrotter ... or even make a basket.
But I still sported the best jersey number in all the 5th grade land.
01.
There you go. Another scary glimpse into my childhood.
Sorry.
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