was, in as honest and objective an assessment as I can possibly provide, an OK basketball player growing up. Like, strictly OK in the mediocre sense of the word. I was pretty good at off-ball defense and I absolutely sucked at rebounding. Otherwise, I didn’t stand out. I was a 5’10” wing for a pretty bad high school team in suburban Connecticut. I could shoot and pass and dribble in a totally average-ish kind of way.
But the great thing about being not very good is that the few moments that I did well really shine through, even in my increasingly foggy memory.