When we got our own hoop this spring, he challenged me to play Around the World. I lost big time. The boy was proud of himself. I was proud of his mad shooting skills, but in reality I'll bet Micah could beat me if he could shoot that far.
There was a day when I could play the game. In high school we played boys vs. girls every day at recess, and the girls sucked. They really did. I started on their team but got so frustrated that I'd end up switching to the boys team halfway through the game. I couldn't take a whole team of boys on myself, so I figured I'd at least have fun playing instead of getting frustrated with the dropped balls, the cloud watchers, the broken nail screamers and those who aren't sure what to do with the ball if it ever falls into their hands.
Wow, I was competitive. I had no idea.
But that was 20 years ago. Literally. And in the meantime I've had kids, and filled my days with diapers and dishes. Whatever basketball skills I once had are nonexistent.
Tonight Josh challenged me to a game of P-I-G. For whatever reason, my shoulder stiffened up on me today and I'm having a hard time moving my neck or rotating that arm. We'll pretend that it has nothing to do with my age. I knew that my game would be less than my usual sub par standard. But what the heck, if you can't play with your kids every now and then, why have them?
Go figure, I whooped that boy good. I greatly enjoyed it, too. He was mortified, I'm sure, but he's a gracious loser. The best part is that I made him do a granny dunk. Not only did he miss, his form leaves a lot to be desired.
Oh, yeh. I'm the hottest granny dunker on the block. I'd pat myself on the back if I wasn't so stiff and sore. And I'll relish the moment because I'm sure it won't happen often.
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You go Mom! My children wake up my competitive side every now and again. The last time I beat my 11 year old at Wii bowling was the last time I was invited to play. He is surely *not* a gracious loser.
At least you can say you're sore because you actually played basketball, the day I spent in agony from virtual bowling was too humiliating to talk about.
I warned you about that diaper shoulder, didn't I?
atta girl!! you go!
He looks thrilled. :)
Way to go girl!! We have to keep those kids a little humble.
I no longer race my kids because last time I only beat them by a few yards. So I am no retired, having a perfect recond, never been beat by my kids :)
That is hilarious! I can't even beat my kids at Candyland anymore.
YOU. GO. GIRL!!!! My son is very athletic so I'm enjoying it now (while he's still 5) and I can usually beat him.
Yep, you go girl. I love the boy's evil eye though....
"Oh, yeh. I'm the hottest granny dunker on the block."
Totally adding this to the reasons as to why I like you . . .
You know... I could really use a story like this after the night I had tonight. Thanks for making me smile.
You go, K! I have always sucked at basketball but that could be because I'm 5'2". Yes, I make excuses.
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