The perfect team
4 min readJun 7, 2018
I walked into the gym, the sound of people talking and yelling, the echo of a basketball hitting the floor, the smell of waxed floors and popcorn engulfed me, and it took me back to another time…
“Come on Papa, we’re going to be late! All the good ones are going to be taken!” I exclaimed wanting nothing more than to have a gas pedal on my side of the car.
