Palmerston - HOME COURT

This is the Palmerston Street Court.

My home in Melb for 7 years

I think back to the Palmerston court days in Melb. That was our home court. And we defended it with pride, with honor. We never could take losing without a fight. Some of our hardest toughest battles, where both sides retreated with mutual respect, was done on this court.

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Against the black guys, the white guys, the latino guys, the asian guys. This was our home. This chained fenced piece of asphault - this was us. No one can come it and claim it without first going through us. This was our turf. If they entered it, it was at their own risk.

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Those were the days. I miss it. I yearn for the moment. The contact. The team spirit. Winning as a team, each man doing his part. Teammates making you proud. Teammates covering for you. Individually, we are good players. Together, we are champions.

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No deception. No trickery. Step between those lines, and you are exposed for what you are and what you have.

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I miss our Palmerston Court. The spirit of teamship with my teammates, the common goal, the killer instinct, going for the kill, never easing on the gas pedal, each with the same grim look, determination, same sense of purpose. On the court, we learn many of life's lessons, about human nature, and man, and each person's character. So many of life's lessons, cruel and kind.