Remember the days when a pick up-game did not require an EMT on the side-line. Not long ago, I was at a picnic with my congregation and friends. I decided to force myself to get into some of the games. While basketball is no longer my game, I was applauded for my feats-of-strength in the tug-a-war. Who knew a 395lb. guy would be a great anchor at tug-a-war?
While getting out of the house is hard with Agoraphobia looming over the roost…I’m learning that keeping me locked away from the world is causing more harm than good. That is why I say I “forced” myself out and forced myself to get involved in some of the games.
Was I sweating bullets in my head? Yes! Was I worried, anxious and getting a bit paranoid? Yes! Did I have a panic attack? No! Did I have fun? Yes! Am I glad the picnic is yearly…YES!
Basket Ball Player: Old dude… the score is 20 zip! Ya-wan-me to jest hand you the ball?
Chato Stewart: [sweating and playing basket ball] [Chato's girl cheering for Dad]
Caption: the younger generation respecting their elders
Chato’s Cartoon Notes:
This cartoon I’m giving a shout out to my favorite basketball player and his number 23. Growing up, I dreamed that one day I would be able to dunk the ball once. The closest I ever got was dunking donuts.
*cartoons by Chato Stewart
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Last reviewed: 8 Apr 2013