My Real Major

A little honesty here. At the age of 18, I bled basketball. The hardwood floor was my home. No other activity, hobby, love affair has gripped my heart like the game of basketball. Trust me, I’ve looked.

My frosh season I averaged two minutes a game on a team ranked in the top ten nationally. Translation: I had thirty-eight minutes every game to pick splinters out of my ass.

College basketball and pre-med did not mix. Yes, I hated the pre-med track. But more importantly, I chose basketball as my real major.

For two years I started as the team’s point guard. My senior year, we played in the 1990 Division III National Championship.

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