Growing up, a perfect day was eating pancakes, heading out into the hundred-degree heat of Hutchins, Texas, and shooting hoops in the park. Sometimes, the baskets I played on didn’t have nets. Usually, the backboards didn’t have squares. For a while, I even practiced on a rim in a trash can.
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