yesterday we went to watch my cousin solomon play basketball.
solomon is eleven. his team is a bunch of fifth and sixth graders; i think they broke my heart. so damn cute. the tall skinny lanky gangly ones. the short little sprouts. the thick and burly ones who can't help but tackle those they are guarding. by the end of the game i'd nicknamed three of them: scrappy (the shortest guy with the quickest hustle), scrappy two (knocking people down, knocking himself down, bouncing up and running back to the ball so cute), and fancy pants. i'm sure fancy pants would love to know that he is called fancy pants. someone should write that on his locker.
it would be great to see these kids playing their senior year of high school and think back to their earnestness and latent talent of 2004. the team lost in the last minute and a half to the free throw line. and that sucks, but also tells me that they were trying that much harder to stop the opposing team. enthusiastic fouling. fouling with the best intentions.
note to bmac: i'm in arizona. who did you hire and for what? we gotta talk. how annoying are internet messages for blog readers? ;) i'm back in cali sometime midweek.
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