A FEW years back, I had an epiphany in the JCC bleachers. It was the playoffs in the second grade basketball league, and I was having a hard time concentrating on the game because of all the yelling parents.
The vibe reminded me of when I was in grad school at Duke and we were playing University of North Carolina (UNC) in the Final Four. Except the Duke and UNC fans were a little more relaxed and less critical of the players.
(To my right side) “What on earth are you doing Josh, I showed you how to dribble the ball. Wait a minute, you’re going the wrong direction!”
(To my left side) “Listen to your coach, Elan. No, not that coach — the smart one!”
(To my backside) “Oh, come on Jared, with shots like that, you’ll never be the first Jew in the NBA.”
