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I don't think this is the journal entry I was going to write. I don't think so. I'm not entirely sure as I didn't have anything in mind when I sat down, but I don't think so.

But I just read the latest entries from melty's hockey diaries, and they got me on a basketball track, so here I am, writing about basketball.

At practice last night, I shot 20 of 20 free throws. Two at a time, in two lots of ten. Didn't miss a one. I was in the zone.

We had seven of eight players in the team there. That's a good turn out for us.

We ran drills, offence, defence, shooting. We scrimmaged a little at the end. Three on three. Bill, our coach, talked a lot. He was pretty patient, good humoured, last night. The team listened as one.

One thing he talked about was responsibility. Being responsible for the team. It hit home.

I sweated. I didn't bring any water, my mouth was dry at the end of practice. My legs were about giving away. It had been three weeks since my last practice. Stuff had got in the way.

At the end of practice I wanted to say to the team, Pat Riley style, "I guarantee we will the championship". In I'm that sort of zone. I didn't, I'm a wee bit too superstitious. But that thought is in my mind.

I have this vision of being committed and focused for the next three weeks. Eating well, drinking lots of water, getting fitter. Knowing (as an active verb, i think - grammar not being my strong point) what I have to do, what the team has to do, to win.

Hell, sometimes I feel like a young man again!