So, I was digging through some old boxes in the attic last weekend. Just trying to clear out some junk, you know? And I found this stack of old basketball magazines from way back. Deep in the pile, there was one with Kyle Macy on the cover. University of Kentucky colors, the whole deal. Seeing that photo really threw me back.
I stopped cleaning right then and there. Just sat down on the floor with that dusty magazine. Started flipping through the pages. It wasn’t just about Macy, but seeing him reminded me of watching those games. Man, that feels like a lifetime ago. The intensity they played with. Macy wasn’t flashy like some guys today, but he was smart. Knew how to run the team.
Thinking About the Game Then vs Now
It got me thinking about how basketball felt back then. It seemed different. More about team play, maybe? Less about individual highlights all the time. I remember trying to copy his free throw routine when I was a kid playing in the driveway. Never quite got it right.
- Watched some old clips online later that day. Found a few of his games.
- Tried to explain to my son who he was, but he just shrugged. Different generation, I guess.
- Mostly just sat and remembered those times. Simpler days, maybe.
Seeing that magazine, thinking about Macy, it wasn’t just about basketball really. It was remembering being younger, having fewer worries. Life felt less complicated. You watched the game, you played a bit yourself, and that was that. Now everything feels like a rush. Work, bills, keeping everything afloat.
I didn’t actually do much related to Kyle Macy, like practice drills or anything. It was more like an internal thing. A moment sparked by finding that old picture. Spent a good hour just lost in thought, thinking about the past, comparing it to now. It’s funny how something small like an old magazine cover can trigger all that.
Anyway, I put the magazine back in the box. Didn’t throw it out. Felt like keeping that little piece of memory. Didn’t finish clearing the attic either. Got completely sidetracked by the whole thing. Just one of those days, I suppose.
