The fifteen minutes break was over and people were already filling up the basketball court again while the players were already getting into position and warning up.
“You know, this brings back memories.” Antonio breathed.
I turned to him and saw him smiling as he looked around the court, reliving the memories of his days as a basketball player in high school.
Antonio was the best player on the team back then. I remember him being the point guard because he was the team's best dribbler and passer. He had lots of scouts watching him and got a series of offers to different colleges basketball team.
“What happened after you left? Did you continue to play in Italy?” I asked.
He nodded the negative, “Nah I didn’t. After leaving New York, I gave up on playing because I lost my drive and
