Basketball at the YMCA

A year and a half ago, we joined the local YMCA. I highly recommend the Y for all of ya'll. We're very happy with it.

Over the summer, D signed up for basketball. Being her first time in organized sports, it was a season fraught with worries.

This Fall, we signed both children up for basketball. Oh, my! Twice the practices, twice the games, twice the stress, and twice the joy.

They each had the first game last Saturday.

Here is our little Buddy:

Yes, he's number one.

Here he is shooting during the Warm-up:

Here is D (Number Eight) during her Warm -up:

The age difference thankfully puts them in separate leagues. (It would not do if D were to Mother Hen her brother during a game.)

The scores? They both lost. They came away happy, though. I do not expect them to win; I require three things of them: that they do their best, that they try to improve, and that they enjoy the game. Nothing else matters. We do give treats to winners, though, because we're all Pavlov's dogs.

Now you know where I'll be three days a week. It's a good thing the Y has a great exercise center. During all those practices, I can keep busy by lifting weights and running the treadmill while watching TV. And you know I'm counting all this as P.E.