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.
Jan 24, 2011
Jan 24, 2011 at 2:15 PM UTC
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
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