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Hoop Dreams

AE has been playing basketball for three years. She began with the local basketball association in first grade, which seems like a lifetime ago.

Let me just tell you, first grade girls basketball is painful. There isn't any other way to describe it. We were lucky to score three baskets between both teams in entire game. They also don't call any fouls or other infractions unless completely blatant, e.g. small child runs the entire length of the court with the ball without dribbling once.

Second grade was a little better. Things really start to come together by the end of the season and more importantly the girls begin to have fun. Which is the reason we are all there, right?

So now that we are in third grade, AE and her friends are really starting to "get it". She's had a good year so far. It does not hurt that AE is a good six inches taller than the other girls.

Her team the Pink Panthers (much better name than last year's moniker thePurple Dolphins) have even scored 38 points in one game, AE managed to get 14 points. As AE's point contribution increases so does her self-esteem. Which leads me to the reason for this little rant.

The other night after their most recent game, my husband and AE had a talk.

"You guys did a good job today, " DLS said, while tucking AE into bed

"Yeah. It was fun," AE responded.

"You're getting to be a pretty good basketball player."

AE looked up at DLS, "Yeah, I know. But, you know dad there are people who are better than me."

"Really, who?"

"KG (Kevin Garnett)," AE said completely serious. "Night, dad."

Note to self. Need to work with AE on a few things:
1. Self-perception
2. Humility

Comments

carey said…
hahaha. classic. i love it. you keep that self-esteem WAY UP THERE. she'll need every ounce to battle her way through those nasty junior high years.
who knows? she may just give kevin a run for his money someday.

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