After 5 years of soccer, AJ decided he wanted to give basketball a try. So we signed him up for the league. Our friend E.R. thad taken him to a game when he was about 3. The story goes that the breastbone-splitting buzzer went off, and that was the end AJ's career as a basketball fan. So it occurred to Shawn and me that AJ has never actually seen a game from start to finish.
Shawn plays basketball every Saturday morning. So, he took AJ along with him to watch a "real game". (And when I say "real game", I mean a bunch of 40 year olds running up and down a middle school gym with no ref, no scoreboard and no foam fingers.)
Despite the questionable methods, it seemed to have worked. AJ took to basketball like a fish to water. He even scored two baskets. He loved every minute of it. And for the record, AJ's game had a ref (complete with striped shirt) a real scoreboard, and half time music. But I forgot my foam finger.
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ReplyDeleteIf not for Poppy and the well-timed purchase of popcorn, AJ's first trip to a basketball game probably would have been much more traumatic! Looks like he has the same sweet looking jump shot as his father. :)
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