Basketball in Mania and Depression

I’m a good basketball player but I’ve never been a good athlete. At any point in my basketball life, on any competitive court in the world, I’d invariably be the slowest player with the shortest vertical leap. My friends joke that I even fall slowly—that I’m still falling from the time I started to fall in March, 2003. And, yet, somehow, despite my obvious physical limitations, I’ve usually been one of the best players in any particular game. At the very least, even in my old-man hoops years, I’m a guy who’ll hit a few buckets if you leave me open.