'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)