PHOTO: Dream Hoops

We pulled up a winding gravel driveway deep in the densely wooded hills of Brown County, Indiana and I immediately saw it: the most Indiana thing to ever Indiana.

Gravel court, filled with puddles that the ball would certainly find? Check.

A driveway with a steep hill the ball would certainly roll down multiple times per game? Check. 

A backboard with splitting wood that certainly had dead spots, inevitably leading to a homer advantage? Check. 

Millions of shots taken, made and missed, in hopes of one day walking on a certain court just 30 miles away? A million times check. 

Hoop dreams, indeed.