The 94 Feet That Conquers "Can't"
The 94 Feet That Conquers “Can’t” By Blake Richard If there is no writing about sports, let there be writing about love. If there is no writing about love, let there be no writing at all. If there is no writing at all, let the world delete to cereal dust and disappear into a bowl of oblivion. Perhaps no one really knows where love comes from, but you do not have to know where it tips off to know it is the hardwood of anything on this planet; something to get a steady footing on, to care for, to believe in, to write about. It is found in all molecules of being, ounces of ocean, sidelines of songs, and it is certainly within every one of us—sports enthusiast or not. I for one have fallen so deeply in love with basketball that an essay is not really about a game at all. In high school, just like everyone else, I was told a college essay, along with those suffocating standardized tests, would be some of the most important things to get me to where I wanted to go. They we...