America’s most scenic & significant hoops

I couldn’t help but throw this your way this morning. It focuses on Robin Layton’s, Hoop: The American Dream

a loving look at America’s own beautiful game at its most elemental level: the basketball hoop. Renowned photojournalist Robin Layton gives a breathtaking view of the weathered dreams, fading memories and future glories hanging from solitary backboards around the country. This book puts into our hands the provenance of our game.

Basketball is deeply ingrained in our childhood, our play, in our culture and dreams. Rich or poor, unknown or famous, rent or own, we love the game of basketball.

From urban playgrounds to small-town alleyways and windswept barnyards, basketball has become a universal American experience and a worldwide cultural touchstone. Robin’s photographs capture that shared community, as well as the diversity and astonishing beauty surrounding this simple iron ring. Through images of hoops — some mundane and abandoned, others celebrated — she reveals their mesmerizing artistry.

It might be a unique gift that you could consider for the true basketball fan on your Christmas list.

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    Hawkeye Whitney

    It is easy to overlook the artistry involved in sport. In an early pregame last season, I watched Scott Wood sink jumper after jumper, and I remember thinking to myself that he had elevated that skill to a type of performance art.



    I did the same with my kids last year, Hawkeye. Watched Wood fire from 22 feet out on the left wing… probably drained 15 in a row. In Bird-like fashion, he started banking some, to break up the routine. Still no rim. Just dayum…



    Baseball is deeply ingrained in our childhood.

    Basketball is something to do when there is 2 feet of snow on the the school diamond.

    Hard to believe those words just came off the fingertips of a HoF Basketball coach’s son.

    I know the game and find little pleasure in it anymore.

    But….Even with a dead shootng arm…I’d bet ya in a game of PIG.




    ^ We might just have to see about that before the month is out, big man. ;)



    Sunday afternoon backyard pick-up games in our backyard are some of the best memories I have of my childhood. Neighbors and friends, adults and kids, we had a blast. The court was dirt, you had to wear the grass away each fall to have a true surface to dribble on. Homemade wooden backboard, and a creosote infused 6 X 6 pole. The clothes line was the boundary for the left side of the court so yo had to be careful when you tried to save a ball over there.



    ^ My first hoop was nailed to a tree in the back yard. The backboard was a warped piece of plywood. I thought it was awesome.

    Much to my chagrin, Mom still has pictures of me (I was maybe 8 at the oldest) shooting while wearing my tuffy tank top/jersey.

    Oh, the blackmail opportunities there.



    My dad put up a hoop and backboard lag-bolted to the brick wall above the garage door (which had to be open during games so that we finish drives to the hoop without doing damage to the door)…became the place to play pick-up games in our neighborhood for the eight years that we lived there.

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