Slam Dunk Ellie
Watching my daughter play basketball is "um um good." This morning at 7:00 A.M. Ellie and I pulled out of the driveway. It was not easy getting up by 6:00 A.M. when last night we'd gone to a local pub to watch her talented young friend Devon sing at Toby Keith's. It was so much fun, but these days going to bed at 12:30 A.M. is late for me.
Ellie and I drove forty-five minutes South to Wood-bury Minnesota. We both talked about the night before and how Devon has no fear on stage and is only twelve years old. She was the warm up band for Jug, a country group. It was sweet as she finished up her sets, she made a real dear comment. She said in the microphone, "Good night everybody, it is my bed time and I have to go now." I had taken my son Jacob and his good friend Tommy, my daughter Ellie and her friend Elise. We had dinner right next to the stage as Devon's parents invited us to sit with all the family that was there to watch her. What a lovely evening it was. I guess I embarrassed my teens as I danced with Devon's mom. Oh well, everything I do right now is embarrassing to them.
Ellie and I finally made it to her game after getting lost. I am totally directionally challenged. I usually use my GPS but forgot it this morning. The game went one hour and we lost by one basket. What a nail biter. We waited and chatted with all the other moms till the next game and again watched a nail biter. I was so glad the other moms were as excited and loud as I was. I am not one of those parents that get angry, just excited and loud.
Game two was pretty much two points ahead or behind the first half of the game. We actually ended up kicking it into gear the second half and winning 39 to 16. I was so tired as were all the other parents. We said we may have to go home and nap. One mom said she needed to go home and have a glass of wine. We all laughed at ourselves since we were all very supportive to our girls in a boisterous way.
I really enjoy watching my girl play basketball. It makes for a fun day. I will admit that I came home and took a good two-hour nap.
© Laura Rogers Arne