Make You Proud

I remember as a kid...I always wanted to make my dad proud...especially when it came to basketball. Back when we lived at our old house and our backyard wasn't too big, 3/4 was grass...pavement was about the size of the free throw line...couldn't really drive left cuz of a brick wall, couldn't drive right cuz it was grassy lol...so just honed my shot over the years. I remember my dad making me do lay up drills lol...those were the days. And when my church played in a christian league, I was so excited one game when my whole fam came to watch me play...but I stunk soooo bad lol, I guess I was super nervous cuz I knew they were watching and I wanted to play well so bad lol. Anyways, that brings me to the present, every Tuesday I go play ball with a bunch of adults, my dad's friends from church and sometimes he plays and sometimes he watches...every time he watches, I feel like a kid again, doing my best to impress him lol. Today was nice, I played really well and he was sitting like right beside the out of bounds line, so every time I drained a shot or got a steal or whatever, I would always subtlely look at him lol...oh how things never change.