Yesterday our Jonathan and I got in a game of basketball at a cracked, outdoor court near some projects in downtown Steubenville. It was actually a pretty intense game with some high school and young adult age guys. [I’m, oh, a little older.] Anyway, one of the guys on our team had an excellent outside shot, was a pretty good playmaker, yet appeared to have some sort of emotional/mental problem. While he played well, he didn’t communicate at all, except to occasionally nod — all the time either looking away or keeping his head down. When the game broke up, we all went our separate ways. I said goodbye to him and he nodded. As we were walking up the hill from the court, I looked back. There he was by himself continuing to shoot in, seemingly, a world all his own. The projects were just beyond the railroad tracks to the southeast. I couldn’t help but wonder what kind of ‘world’ he’d be going back to. Or for that matter, perhaps the world he was trying to escape for a few hours on the court.