The other night while I was watching the Warriors game at this sports bar, this guy sidled over to my table.
“We should get back out there on the court, bro,” he said with a smile. It was Kenyati, a guy I used to hoop with at Ohlone Park back in the day.
“I’m a little too old for that now,” I said.
“How old were you when you stopped hooping?” said Kenyati.
“Man, I musta’ been around 35, 36,” I said.
“I remember the last time you were out there,” he said. “I was there that day.”
“And you were a teenager back then,” I said.
“Yeah,” he said. Kenyati was in his 40s now.
“It goes by so fast,” I said.
“Yeah,” he said.
We gave each other wistful looks. And then went back to watching the Warriors game.
Those days running full court with the brothers were some of the best days of my life. And probably Kenyati’s, too.