The good thing about seeing the center of León from your work window is that it is easy to remember things that happened to you there. In this case, in Santo Domingo, the only thing I have done in my life beyond coming to work like a good Leonese has been to wait for someone with BBVA (even sometime before they put the A at the end) and celebrate things. which certainly balances the scales.
Because this source is synonymous with sporting happiness and in memory, without a doubt, a very special place has the last promotion of Baloncesto León to ACB. I still remember how hot it was in the Sports Palace (where everyone turned a blind eye, being perfectly aware that there was no room for a pin with people sitting on the stairs, on the railings or standing in the corridors) and the contrast with how cold the water in the fountain was late at night. As if at the end of May one could bathe in León in the pool.
That team was undoubtedly the one that created the most illusion for a generation that grew up playing basketball, but that barely kept memories of their team playing in the elite and yes of suffering year after year in the permanent attempt to return. As strong was the illusion of returning as the disappointment at losing what it took so long to win back, but even more so at running out of the option to try again.
And it is that between them they killed a Lion Basketball that no one has fought to resurrect. Cities that suffered the same fate as León in terms of basketball, such as Granada or Valladolid, have managed to find a way to recover the sport of the basket to an acceptable level, while here they have spent years fighting against each other when the only way is to join. .
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