And then there's the matter of Mr. G. He's a bit of a sports nut, chattering away all day about the NFL, dribbling, throwing, shooting, hitting, catching at every opportunity. Over the weekend he played in a basketball tournament, his second one. I missed his first because Mr. D and I had to do a zone defense--Mr. T was in a different tournament across town during the same time. Anyway, Mr. D told me Mr. G didn't play all that great. He turned over the ball more than once, had poor handling skills and barely even took a shot. No matter, he had fun, his team took 1st place and heck, he's only in 2nd grade, right?
Saturday we watched Mr. G play in his second tournament and the kid poured it on. He forced countless turnovers, grabbed rebounds, made fast breaks, sunk free throws. In short, Mr. G was a basketball studmuffin. It was amazing to watch. I'll be frank here, I adore my sons, but my first two are mediocre athletes--we're all gifted in different ways here at Chez Green Girl. It's incredible to be the mom in the bleachers watching one son who owns the court and another son who passes off the ball as soon as it lands in his hands because he's so nervous about what to do next. Talk about extremes, right? I'm gobsmacked to discover I have a kid who is fast, aggressive, skilled and understands the game. As if that weren't good enough, he was pissed when I told him it was time to go home. "What? Don't I have another game?" "No, buddy. Each team plays 4 games in this tournament and that's it. Everyone's going home." "So I'm DONE?!?!" He was so mad to be finished. Back home he grabbed a basketball and worked on his lay ups in the driveway. Who is this kid?
But the coolest part about watching Mr. G this weekend was the chemistry he shares with his whole team. Seven boys, all buddies who play baseball together, too, and they come from the nicest families who cheer on the whole team with enthusiasm. Each of these kids is polite and mild-mannered. One is kind of hyper, but none of these boys have ego issues or act bratty or mean ever. All of these boys are friends outside of sports and I truly enjoy their parents, too. When these seven boys walk onto the court, a switch flips in them and they change. They become aggressive and intense and competitive! Their coach is a pretty mellow guy, so it's not because of him that they act this way. They don't have the kind of attitude that would get them in trouble, but they play so rough and hard--you'd hardly recognize them from the way they act everywhere else. In 2nd grade they play as a team, build each other up, and demonstrate a lot of athletic talent. It's going to be a lot of fun to follow these boys through the next ten years of sports.
|I'd post a photo of this team, but I didn't get permission--so here's a gratuitous shot of Mr. G who is happy the Ravens advanced in the playoffs this weekend.|