He'll Even Refuse The Signing Bonus

The basketball games have been keeping me busy. Even if I am not sitting in the bleachers watching the #1 son sit on the bench, I am kept hopping every night when we get home, washing the uniform. Because, you see, these boys have three away games in four nights. That's a fine how-do-you-do after lounging around on snow days from Thursday through Monday. That means the uniform must be washed and hung to dry. Which is kind of hard when you get home at 10:00 p.m. and have to leave for school at 6:50 a.m. without being able to return home to pick up a dried uniform.

The #1 son was happy as a clam on Tuesday night, because after a 27-point lead at halftime, and keeping the starters in for all of 3rd Qtr, Coacher relented and subbed in some kids whether they needed it or not. Of course, by then the lead was 30 points or more, which means the clock runs continuously during 4th Qtr, which means that any subs get way less playing time than during a normal game of stops and starts. However, #1 got about 3 minutes playing time, during which he grabbed a rebound, made a good pass inside, and took two shots. He scored two points on a sweet bank-in from the right block, even though he's a lefty. He was the only kid on the whole team to score during 4th Qtr when the subs were in. We're awaiting the pro contract any day now.

Last night's game went the other way, with our boys being behind the entire game, a real turnoverfest, 40 turnovers to be exact, ending with a 7-point loss. So no subbing except for the magic eight who played 4-on-4 for three weeks of practice. Funny thing...you don't play 4-on-4 in a game. You kind of need to run some plays. The right way. Hmm...don't suppose you would equate that with a 7-point loss, now would you? Friday night will likely be a blowout, with both our varsity and JV having their butts handed to them on a platter. The team they are playing is ranked #1 in Missouri Class 3 basketball this week, having a record of 15-0, while our varsity is 6-7. But...every dog has its day. Stranger things have happened.

The Pony will be participating in the Basementia Spelling Bee tomorrow. I may try to sneak over there for a few minutes on my plan time. He is only a 6th grader, but hope springs eternal. The Pony made it to the elementary district spelling bee when he was in 4th grade, and it broke my heart when he was the first one out. Better luck this time, Pony.

I won't be posting on Friday, what with the long-distance basketball game.