In 1996 I was the MVP of my Jewish Community Center basketball league. I received the accolade not because of my superior talent or because I was the Rabbi’s son. It was – as Mars Blackmon famously preached – about the shoes.
When I ran up and down that basketball court in my Air Jordan XI “Concords,” I couldn’t be stopped.
I could shoot, pass, block shots and do the tango. Or at least that’s what I thought.
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