Through a huff and a puff Peyton reluctantly gathered up her old worn in basketball, her water bottle, and her cell phone that had been playing her music. She started back inside her house after nearly three hours of running drills in her own personal practice session.
She constantly worked on her skills as a player, but today it was more of a way to avoid having to deal with her feelings. Her granddad Paul had been just the absolute best. He was the one who had introduced her to basketball.
Some of her first and favorite memories were with her granddad, either sitting on his lap watching the “beautiful game” as he often called it, or him teaching her the game through little simple drills. "They build the fundamentals.” She could still hear him say those words.
She didn’t want to go inside. She didn’t