5 Good Boys, by Leo Rutman. Actually, I read this when I was a child, and I’m scared to re-read it in case it disappoints me. Only available used, which isn’t the best sign. But I think this book is responsible for me liking basketball.

It’s either this book, or tagging after my popular big sister when she dated the basketball player in high school. I watched an entire season of a team I had no real connection to, plus summer league for a community college. When I look back now, I wonder whether my sister was as much of a social butterfly as she seemed, if the only person she could get to accompany her was her nerdy little sister. On the other hand, she was probably doing me a favor. I sure didn’t have anything better to do.