How Basketball Saved My Life
Out on a strip of near-rural highway spotted with car dealerships sat the dusty yellow building, flanked by a modest parking lot. On Thursdays evenings, the lot filled around 6 p.m. and stayed that way until late at night. On Sunday, there were cars all day. Passerby, if there were any, would hear the faint sound of synthesized pop gospel emanating from the structure and only then realize that it was a church.