Playing Basketball Taught Me About the Creative Process

I was two kinds of basketball player as a kid, the one who messed around on the hoop in his backyard, sometimes with a few nerdy friends, and then the other kid, who dreaded practice every day after school and rode the bench on Friday nights. Neither version was totally accurate. By senior year I was six foot six, still too skinny, but a slasher; my nerdy friends spent much of the time trying to stop me from going baseline and dunking on them.