...for a different kind of girl

silent surburban girl releasing her voice, not yet knowing what all she wants to say about her life and the things that make it spin. do you have to be 18 to be here? you'll know when i know.

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

'get the boys together get a ball get a run(s)'

My youngest son is playing first grade basketball on a YMCA league. Have you ever watched 6 and 7 year old kids play basketball? There's a lot of standing around and whistle confusion going on while those 40 minutes tick off the scoreboard. Actually, you know what? Let's just call it a clock, because really, no one is really scoring much at these things.

Seriously, next to puppies laying on their backs atop clouds so tiny babies with halos can scratch their furry bellies, little semi-coordinated kids playing basketball is probably THE most adorable thing on the planet.

(but just slightly ahead of
meerkats. because meerkats? ADORABLE!) (actually, look at that link, and when you see that ragtag group of meerkats, what you're also seeing is a rather accurate depiction of how my son's basketball team looks when they take the court - there's always a bunch of gawking around and often there are too many players out)(also, I have polled the boys on his team, and the majority of them know how to spell meerkat, a little something I can't say for the bulk of the Internets).

Anyway, the photo up there is part of a story my son wrote about his new experience. After you've marveled at my youngest child's excellent penmanship (which in
no way can be confused with my oldest child's), you might notice the game really went to pot. In fact, let's just say things got kind of bound up under the net, and then the other team had a couple of runs of really good luck and began to regularly dump the ball in the hoop. It was quite a streak! By the third quarter, things were starting to look really crappy, and by the end of the second half, the whole game was in the toilet. Ah, the agony of defeces!

(Seth says "You're welcome, bitches!")(I, on the other hand, would never call any of you bitches, and you'll be happy to know Seth is grounded)

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45 Comments:

Blogger Heinous said...

Soccer is like that when they're little too. It's just a cloud of kids following the ball. It's great to watch.

Wednesday, January 28, 2009 10:57:00 AM  
Blogger Kat said...

Take it easy on Seth. He's my homie.

Wednesday, January 28, 2009 10:58:00 AM  
Anonymous sam {temptingmama} said...

Bwahahahaha defeces.

I'll be Seth's bitch any day.

And, I affectionately call children's soccer 'bunchie ball' - that's all they do, bunch around the ball. LOL - same could go for basketball.

Wednesday, January 28, 2009 11:01:00 AM  
Blogger Cocotte said...

I love that he said he doesn't play "real" basketball games. He's a smart one!

Enjoy it while you can. By fourth grade, there's always one ball hog and it becomes the "Jimmy Show."

Wednesday, January 28, 2009 11:01:00 AM  
Blogger Prefers Her Fantasy Life said...

This is truly one of the better poop posts I've seen on the internet. And Seth rocks!

Wednesday, January 28, 2009 11:11:00 AM  
Blogger Meg said...

I love watching little kids play sports. My goddaughter is on a soccer team and that's precious. They all gather around the ball, except for a few (goddaughter included) who would rather pick dandelions and gaze off into space, contemplating their future. Now that's a sight to see.

And I love meerkats.

Wednesday, January 28, 2009 11:13:00 AM  
Blogger Ali said...

defeces.
ha!

that's exactly what hockey is like at this age too. i love it!

Wednesday, January 28, 2009 11:43:00 AM  
Blogger Heather said...

defeces. That really sounds messy.

Wednesday, January 28, 2009 11:55:00 AM  
Blogger kimmyk said...

I miss watching kids play sports. I use to love watching Abbie make dirt pies on 3rd base or tip toe around the base when the ball would go flying by her. Or Adam when he'd play flag football and run the wrong way. Those are the best of times.

Now I gotta ask, why oh why is Seth grounded?

Wednesday, January 28, 2009 12:00:00 PM  
Blogger Under the Influence said...

Defeces does sound agonizing!

But the little guys playing basketball? That is a sight, a good sight, to behold!

Wednesday, January 28, 2009 12:07:00 PM  
Blogger Desmond Jones said...

Wow. . . At our kids' school, basketball starts in 5th grade (but if there aren't enough 5th graders, they'll drop down to let 4th graders play on the 5th grade team).

I have a 6-year-old son (OK, six-and-a-HALF), and mostly, he can't, with all his might, toss the ball up in the air as high as the basket. So yeah, that would be a pretty boring thing to watch, adorable as it might be. . .

And I can't believe you said 'defeces'. . . (even if you blame it on Seth, that was just. . . bad). . .

Wednesday, January 28, 2009 12:25:00 PM  
Blogger for a different kind of girl said...

But! But! Wait! I say 'defeces' because that's how the last line of my son's little story reads -

"We are lerning (sic) onfeces (sic)(also? sick!) and defeces (sic)(sicker yet!)"

Basically my kid made Seth make me write this post and go for the toilet humor.

Wednesday, January 28, 2009 12:30:00 PM  
Blogger Chas said...

I'm not sure which is the scarier thought: ONfeces or DEfeces. Either way, I'd be smelling the 'foul' from the sidelines.

I'm sorry, I just couldn't help myself. And meerkats rock.

Wednesday, January 28, 2009 12:30:00 PM  
Blogger for a different kind of girl said...

Chas - High five!

I can't believe I missed using that as an excellent play on words!

Wednesday, January 28, 2009 12:31:00 PM  
Blogger BedsideTalesMan said...

Is defeces French meaning "of poop"?

I love it. Kids sports are great to watch and listen to them talking about it.

Great post

Wednesday, January 28, 2009 12:40:00 PM  
Blogger Chris Wood said...

Yeah, don't ground Seth. You know he's only going to smoke pot in the bathroom and leave signs of great unpleasantness in the sink.

Wednesday, January 28, 2009 12:46:00 PM  
Blogger Dana's Brain said...

High five, Seth! Defeces is CLASSIC!

Wednesday, January 28, 2009 1:09:00 PM  
Blogger Bunny said...

Onfeces and defeces - my first grader would heartily concur!

And then go beat his head against the wall - literally - because he's a perfectionist who can't handle spelling something wrong.

I ::heart:: Seth. Would he like to go to the Maid-Rite with me after we finish our homework?

Wednesday, January 28, 2009 1:15:00 PM  
Blogger Jormengrund said...

Young kids and sports ALWAYS turns into what I termed "feeding time for chickens".

I mean, you toss a ball around, and EVERY kid out there is going to be around it.

Well, except for the one that's crying and has the snot running only THIS FAR from the ground.

Reminds me of when I'd feed the chickens, and they'd all be pushing and shoving for the feed.

Loved the post!

Wednesday, January 28, 2009 1:28:00 PM  
Blogger Brian o vretanos said...

Basketball playing meerkats? What an amazing picture that conjures up!

Wednesday, January 28, 2009 1:48:00 PM  
Blogger MadameQueen said...

You seriously must frame that! Hilarious!

Wednesday, January 28, 2009 1:52:00 PM  
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Wednesday, January 28, 2009 2:08:00 PM  
Blogger Desmond Jones said...

OOOOOOOHHHHHHH!!!!

(*sheesh*)

Now I get it! Gotta connect the picture with the words. . .

And now I understand the true hilarity (and Seth-ness) of the situation. . .

Wednesday, January 28, 2009 2:12:00 PM  
Blogger Sherendipity said...

Awesome. I hope he sticks with it. Mine is 15 and it's SO much fun watching them, still. Although they score a whole lot more and there isn't a lot of standing around looking cute.

Wednesday, January 28, 2009 5:22:00 PM  
Blogger MadWoman said...

I think not playing "real" basketball and defeces go hand in dirty little uncoordinated hand.

And meerkats?? Awesome.

Wednesday, January 28, 2009 5:46:00 PM  
Blogger Sailor said...

Love watching little ones play; similar to all the years (and years) (and years) of soccer, which was all four of our gang's chosen sport.

One big multi-legged creature following the ball around. Wonderful times!

(Of course, it's even more wonderfuller to be done with that, lol)

Wednesday, January 28, 2009 6:13:00 PM  
Blogger Zip n Tizzy said...

I was at the zoo once when they'd just had baby meerkats...OMG! I could have spent the whole day right there. The cutest thing I have EVER seen!

And once he get's his onfeces & defeces in order, you're right he has awesome penmanship.

Wednesday, January 28, 2009 6:17:00 PM  
Blogger Tuesday Girl said...

I love meerkats. AND i love little kids playing any sport. Nothing cuter.

Wednesday, January 28, 2009 6:23:00 PM  
Blogger San Diego Momma said...

I bet meerkats know a bunch about onfeces and defeces. I hear they're a poopy bunch. Which is even more endearing, b/c I've got a poopy bunch of my own!

What?

I don't know. I just comment here.

Wednesday, January 28, 2009 8:25:00 PM  
Blogger Bee said...

Okay, don't you wonder what the teacher did when she read it? Do you think she ran to the other teachers and said "OMG he just wrote defeces!" because teachers are peoples too you know. ;o)

Wednesday, January 28, 2009 9:01:00 PM  
Blogger Bogart in P Towne said...

Your son's game sounds like the last couple NBA games I saw on TV.

Thursday, January 29, 2009 7:13:00 AM  
Blogger Seriously Mama said...

Aww, I can't wait for sports to start! Right now team sports in our house are more Lord Of The Flies-esque than the team you rah rah stuff. And Seth has some mad writing skills! Just like his mama.

Thursday, January 29, 2009 8:51:00 AM  
Blogger Wonderful World of Weiners said...

So...you get mad lovin' WHILE using the Ped Egg? Cuz that's what I said. I specifically said any gal caught USING the Ped Egg wouldn't get some. I never said that a gal that USES one wouldn't get lucky!!

Jeesh!!

Hallie :)

Thursday, January 29, 2009 8:54:00 AM  
Blogger Christina Lee said...

it always turns to toilet humor, huh? you potty mouths you!

Thursday, January 29, 2009 9:50:00 AM  
Blogger Petra a.k.a The Wise (*Young*) Mommy said...

How fun! I totally want to come see that!

I hope my daughter wants to play group sports because my son is totally uninterested. I don't want to miss out on the adorable little kids creating chaos!

Thursday, January 29, 2009 2:04:00 PM  
Blogger FTN said...

Perhaps the league offices can work out a trade, where my 5-year old is traded from his ragtag team to your son's ragtag team. And they can work their magic together. Wandering randomly around the court like meerkats.

But if I get tricked into coaching the team, the deal is off. I've discovered that trying to teach 5-year old kids onfeces and defeces is a losing battle.

Thursday, January 29, 2009 2:56:00 PM  
Blogger kaila said...

I think the only thing cuter than 6 & 7 year olds playing basketball has to be 6 & 7 year olds playing ice hockey. Which my dear boy will start taking lessons for next week. I am horrified and excited at the same time. Look for some great pictures and stories to come!

Thursday, January 29, 2009 5:44:00 PM  
Blogger Heather said...

"on feces" LOL

Thursday, January 29, 2009 5:44:00 PM  
Blogger Mz. Nesbit said...

sooo cute!

Friday, January 30, 2009 2:39:00 PM  
Blogger Marinka said...

Aww. he's a sportswriter!

Friday, January 30, 2009 6:48:00 PM  
Blogger Biscuit said...

I was waiting for it, and you didn't disappoint!

Seven-year-old girls running away from the ball and doing cartwheels on the soccer field is pretty damn cute, too.

Saturday, January 31, 2009 10:01:00 AM  
Blogger The Savage said...

I'm still alive.... (to be continued)

Saturday, January 31, 2009 7:07:00 PM  
Blogger River said...

My hubby loves Meerkats. We have a few clay ones dotted here and there around the garden. Hubby one day found himself in possession of a bag of potters clay, and moulded himself a few Meerkats. They turned out surprisingly well, since he had no moulds or even pictures to go by.
Little ones playing their first few games of basketball (or anything else) are so cute. I used to enjoy watching 3 year-olds at their first ballet lessons.

Sunday, February 01, 2009 3:11:00 AM  
Blogger creative-type dad said...

I've seen the old guys at my gym play basketball - there's a whole lot of standing around and confusion going on there too.

Monday, February 02, 2009 2:21:00 PM  
Blogger MereCat said...

My mom was a first grade teacher and brought home the best writings from the kids. They are soooo cute. And the basketball? All I can say is, I can't wait. The cuteness has to be unbearable.

And about the meerkat thing. I can't help but feel compelled to clarify here that I, MereCat, am not a meerkat imposter, but a Mere Catherine. Look that up. In a French dictionary.

You know I think you rock. I just couldn't resist the opportunity to do a little razzing.

Monday, February 02, 2009 6:45:00 PM  

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