Tag Brenda Robinson

The score is tied with seven seconds left on the clock. The crowd goes wild as I steal the ball, drive the length of the court, pull up at the free throw line, shoot over the defender’s outstretched arms. The ball arches toward the basket and . . . . Whether you are a twenty-five-year-old hot shot ex-collegiate star from a Big Ten school now playing in the Open League or a fifty-four-year-old, like me, whose glory days of athletic prowess are many years past, playing in the Master’s League, we all dream of scoring the winning basket in an exciting game. Such are the HOOP DREAMS of players in the L.A. Church of Christ Basketball League.

Gloria and I just returned from a very difficult trip – her mother’s funeral. It was even more difficult because Gloria’s father is now relocating to live with her brother and his wife. She was not only coping with the loss of hermom but also with the closing down of a household built on sixty years of a great marriage and happy memories.