When I was younger, I couldn’t get enough pickup basketball. Playing against guys you knew, your classmates, peers, was exciting. The rules were simple. First to 15 wins. Make it, take it. Winners kept the court. Fun times. But things…
It was 8 o’clock Saturday night, and I was in a full-blown panic. I had reason to believe it would work: Be at an event at 3 p.m. 30 miles away, make a quick stop at another place, then be…