When I was a younger man, early-morning pickup basketball games were a regular part of life. One Saturday, my friend Clark picked me up to go meet some of his friends at a church building in Mesa – about 20 minutes from our neighborhood in Gilbert. When we arrived, there were already a half-dozen men there shooting around and warming up. It looked like the classic LDS pickup game – shades of the Richards Building at BYU, but wit...
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