My Brush with Club Malvín Basketball
So, I got this idea in my head a while back. You know, feeling a bit sluggish, sitting around too much. Thought maybe I should, like, move more. Basketball popped into my head. Used to play a bit, way back when. Nothing serious, just messing around.
Started looking around, you know, places to maybe shoot some hoops. Club Malvín came up. Heard the name, seen the place. They got a basketball team, right? A proper one. Figured maybe they had open courts, or some casual games. Worth a look, I thought.
So I actually went down there one afternoon. Wasn’t really planning to join anything formal, just wanted to see the vibe, maybe find a hoop that wasn’t being used. What I saw was… well, serious. Young guys, really focused, running drills. Coaches yelling. It wasn’t like the park courts I remembered. This was organized stuff.
Honestly, it kinda put me off. Not in a bad way, just… reality check. I’m not some kid anymore. My knees aren’t what they used to be. The thought of trying to keep up, even in a pickup game with guys half my age who actually practice? Nah. It felt like walking into a different world.
Made me think, though. It’s like with anything, really. You have this memory, this idea of how things were, or how you want them to be. Then you bump into the real thing. And it’s different. More complex. More demanding. Like that time I tried going back to coding in an old language I used years ago. Thought it’d be like riding a bike. Turns out, the whole ecosystem had changed. Everything was different. Felt like a dinosaur.
- It wasn’t just about the skill gap.
- It was the whole atmosphere. The dedication.
- Made my casual “shoot some hoops” idea seem kinda flimsy.
Didn’t end up playing basketball there. Didn’t even ask. Just watched for a bit and left. It wasn’t the club’s fault, obviously. They’re doing their thing. It was more about me, about facing where I’m actually at, not where I wish I was. It’s easy to romanticize the past, or think you can just jump back into something. Usually takes more work than you remember.
So, the whole Club Malvín basketball thing? Ended up being less about basketball and more about me figuring out, okay, what can I realistically do now? Maybe just more walking. Yeah, probably just more walking. Still better than nothing, I guess.
