Tis' the Season...for BASKETBALL!!

Right after football ended for Yip and Yap back in the fall, a paper was sent home from school to sign up for basketball teams. At the time the boys weren't interested, probably because they had just finished football and really weren't ready to start anything new. At the time that kind of bugged me. I started playing basketball when I was in 4th grade all the way through my sophomore year in college and then coached. DR doesn't even like watching basketball on television with me. I'm kind of intense. So, it kind of hurt my feelings when Yip and Yap didn't want to play basketball. I got over it though. No basketball meant less of me running the boys all over the place.

 

 

Fast forward to Christmas vacation...our friend, the 3rd grade boys basketball coach, was desperate for players so he asked the boys again if they'd like to play.

 

"Sure, why not?" they said. Where did that change of heart come from?

 

So they made it to one or two practices and before you know it we are spending our Saturday mornings at basketball games! Two Saturdays down and four more to go.

 

Yip and Yap may be the tallest on the team but graceful they are not.

They kind of remind me of two long legged baby giraffes when I watch them run down the court.

 

I was never much of a ball handler when I played...and neither are they. Of course DR likes to call it "amoeba ball" because no matter where the ball is there are at least 6 kids crowded around it. So, there's a lot of loose balls. I think there has been more tackles during the basketball games than there were during all the football games.

 

Well, it's not the NBA (thank goodness) but it's been a lot fun watching all the boys play!

 

 

Let's just hope they get a bit more coordinated in the next month! They sure couldn't get worse!

Playing Basketball with Daddy.

Shoot! 

It won't be too long before those little boys will be taller than their daddy! 

All Yahoo was concerned about was stealing the ball..ha ha!! 

Who knows, maybe she'll be a guard and a much better ball handler than I ever was! 

I am starting to realize just how much more athletic one of my boys is than the other but I won't say which because I hate the idea of comparing twins to each other. It's just a very interesting thing to observe with twins. 

"Give it to me Daddy! Mommy needs a turn!"
Yep, that's what she kept saying. 

Basketball kids in the making! 

Do you think we'll be back in Indiana by the time they are teenagers? 

I could really see myself into the Hoosiers basketball lifestyle in about 10 more years!! 

I'm Anti Basketball

Ha! Bet that title made some of my family turn their heads. Me? Against basketball?

"Didn't you grow up in Indiana, the land of the Hoosiers?" (Did you know the little school that inspired the movie Hoosiers still sells copies of that original game? Pretty cool!)  

"Why Heather didn't you used to play and coach basketball? How can you be against it?"

Yes I did. I started playing basketball when I was 9 years old. I loved it! I played through middle school and high school. Larry Bird and Michael Jordan were my heroes! Even though I wasn't an outstanding player I walked onto my college basketball team and was part of the team for 2 years. I didn't hardly play of course in those college days but it was a great experience for me because I learned a great deal about coaching.  I got to play during practice, and boy did I have to work hard, and then I got to learn during the games. Defenses and offenses and analyzing situations while sitting on the bench was something I came to enjoy. I quit my college team when games and practices interfered with my class schedule.

After I landed my first teaching job right out of college I was asked to help out the seventh grade girl's coach, Jay. He had a daughter on the team and I ended up coaching with them for two years. Jay became like a second dad to me. I'd go to his house after games and on the weekends and eat dinner with his family. Then we'd talk basketball and cows. He was a farmer and raised Angus cattle and was determined to teach me about beef. I was raised around numerous dairy farms; dairy and beef cattle aren't the same! Beef and basketball had about the same amount of importance to Jay.

I loved basketball! I went to lots of games. I was vocal! I hooped and hollered with the best of em'! I practiced with my 7th grade girls. And I practiced hard, in fact I broke my kneecap during one practice after a freak fall. That made me grumpy but I kept playing, well, after my knee healed anyway.

I can't say everything about coaching basketball was great. The worst part can be summed up in one word. Mothers.

I couldn't believe how crazy some of these mothers could get over a 7th grade girls basketball game. One mother, no wait, two mothers followed me into the locker room  (at different times) after a game to rail on me, in front of my girls, about their daughter's lack of playing time. One of those girls had been out for 6 weeks with a stress fracture and I didn't play her in her first game back. She hadn't practiced for 6 weeks! What was the mother expecting? If I had played her daughter and she'd been hurt then she'd have blamed me for her injury.

Another mother was so loud that she would interrupt my and Jay's train of thought during the game. Everyone in the gym could hear this woman holler! Her outbursts weren't always the most positive uplifting shouts of encouragement either. (She's earned a lifetime ban from the town's baseball fields!) More than once I could see the embarrassment she caused her daughter. Poor kid!

Since coaching all those years ago, I've kind of backed out of the basketball scene. It isn't easy dragging kids to games so that's been kind of my excuse, even though perhaps not the real reason that I've stopped attending basketball games. I hadn't been to a game in years until my sister in law invited me to watch her high school senior sister play while we were home for Christmas this year back in Indiana. Grandma watched my kids and I went to the game with my brother and sister in law. It was great! I loved it! I know my personality and I know that if I allowed myself to I could get really emotionally involved in a game. If I started going to ball games again I could be the loudest one in the stands! I could see myself coaching from the stands too.

March Madness has gotten me thinking about basketball recently. Our high school boys' team here in town is heading to the state tournament and the girls' team has a good shot at the state title as well. Everyone in my little Kansas town is big into following these teams. I haven't even been to a game.

Why not you ask? Why haven't I attended a basketball game in so long since I seem to enjoy the game so much?

Well, I think I did get a bit burnt out on basketball while I was coaching and after years of playing, and I don't want to turn into one of those 'crazy mothers'. If my kids play basketball (or any sport) I will support them all the way! I'll be at games and I'll do the fundraising and feeding the team and whatever they need. What they won't need is me as their coach. I don't want to get so into the game that I end up thinking I know more than the coach someday. After all, I'm won't be the one that spends hours practicing with my kids and learning every one's strengths and weaknesses. I won't be the one going to coaching clinics in the off season. Why should I think I'd ever know better than a coach on how to coach?

I don't want to be one of those crazy parents of an athlete. I'm sure the time will come when I'll have plenty of basketball games to keep me busy. But, for now, I'm staying away from basketball to keep my craziness at bay.