Keep Ya' Elbow Up
Marlon S. Hayes“Daddy, can I shoot?”
I took my eyes off of the hoop, and looked into the wary eyes of my six-year old son Max, and I cradled the basketball against my side. I grinned at him, and he smiled back. Sometimes the love for another person overwhelms us, bringing feelings of amazement, awe, and gratitude for having that person wander into the path of our lives. That’s Max.
I walked the ball over, and placed it in his hands. The ball was big in his small hands he wouldn’t be able to shoot it properly. He’d have to use both hands and push the ball out from his chest. I started to give him instructions, but he had already released the ball, which arched perfectly towards the basket. The zenith of the arc was still four feet below the ten foot basket. I grinned at
