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There are some athletes who love the spotlight. The bright gymnasium lights, the roar of the crowd, the hollering of the coaches, the shrill calls of the referee's whistle — it all heightens the experience and they play better. But I was not that kind of athlete and that was shameful. I was the kind of athlete who most loved shooting baskets outside at the Cambridge City Courts at six AM with my father, or driving with my brother out to a barn, way-the-hell-and-gone out in Cadiz that my dad had rigged up with a basketball court to spend the afternoon. I was also the kind of athlete who shirked the obligatory post-game MacDonald's trip to soak in the tub and read. I so seldom enjoyed, actually felt comfortable and good, playing varsity basketball for Cambridge High School. Even on the rare occasions when I scored over twenty points in a game and we actually won, I couldn't feel good about it. Shouldn't I have done better?
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