If, for some reason, you were looking for me this past weekend, you would have found me at Gus Macker. I spent Friday night, and most of the day Saturday and Sunday, doing my part to help out with the 3-on-3 tournament which brought more than 420 teams, nearly 1,700 players and thousands and thousands of fans to Chenango County.

Now, let me say that I’ve never been much of a basketball fan, despite the best efforts of my family. My father, at 6’4”, was always a commanding presence on the court and my sister was a star on her championship high school team at Oxford. Even both of my brothers played at one time or another. My mother has a thing for college basketball, and basically has to be surgically removed from the big screen during March Madness.

But not me. Sure, I put in the required time in gym class, and even played in junior high, but I never really saw the appeal. I was more into volleyball.

So, you can probably imagine my family’s surprise when I told them I’d be volunteering during Macker. In fact, my dad actually said he’d be happy to take my place. Something about the good of the children ...