For a week all I heard was... “You coming to the Big Game?” Every where we went to total strangers... it was the same.
Saturday arrived (oh sleep, where art thou) in all it glory. Eight in the morning (oh breakfast... later) that's another story. (yawn!)
Calling traveling, double dribble was off the menu today. Staying on the same court, now that was a challenge we say.
Ref Jerry blew the whistle Stopped... to tie some shoes. Can't have a star fall on the court and lose.
Tony got the ball, dribbled a yard. Stopped. Eyed the net. Upward! Upward! Upward! Almost had it... I lost my bet.
The excitement rose high in the stands this day. For the efforts freely given the Kindergarten way.
Coach Clay with his gentle spirit quietly lead his team Passing, dribbling, shooting, Oh the faces did beam.
Excitement ran high on and off court this day. Shoot it! Shoot it! Upward! Upward! They play.
01-22-2011 Grandson Tony is "playing" (to use the term loosely) basketball. What a hoot it is to watch. He guards his "MAN" fervently... even when his team has the ball. There is more to this but I left it on my blog at: http://idahostevens.com/idscom/?page_id=413