Daydreams

I enjoy seeing sports reports on the local news about women's basketball.  When I was in high school we did not have a girls' basketball team. We barely had any physical education for girls at all, I think it was six weeks. But I'm sure, given the opportunity, I could have been a basketball star. After all I was the tallest girl in our school. Granted, it was a very small school, but 5'10" is tall enough to play women's basketball. I have a friend who is only 5'2" and she played basketball at a much larger high school. When I close my eyes I can picture myself running up and down the court, dribbling the ball, flawlessly weaving around the oposition guards and sinking basket after basket to win the game. The really nice thing about daydreams is that they don't need to have any relationship with reality.  In my daydreams I can completely disregard the fact that in highschool I was clumsy, uncoordinated, gawky, nearsighted and never could dribble a basketball more that two steps.  Ah well, it's my daydream and i will continue to enjoy it. Just listen to the cheeers of that crowd.