The mid-summer heat in the D.C. area can be unbearable. So by the time I walked into the gym with Emory one July evening, I was already hot, sweaty, and tired. Because even at 6:30, it was still sweltering as if it was the middle of the day. Nonetheless, there’s something about a hot gym that feels welcoming when you’re coming to hoop. The steam, the sweat, sound of the balls bouncing, and the sneakers squeaking on the hardwood. On this particular evening, a sense of nostalgia took over me. Truth be told, I hadn’t been in a basketball gym in years. It’s shocking to even write that. From the time I was around 8-9 years old, all the way until my early 30s, I played on a somewhat regular basis. But life happened, and the game I loved just didn’t fit into my routine anymore.
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