This blog isn't exciting. I'm just trying to get in the habit of keeping it updated. Sorry.
Growing up, Andy and I both loved basketball. He was basically obsessed. I spent countless hours during recesses playing. Plus- the neighborhood hoop was at my house.
Well, I've barely taken 10 shots in the last ten years, and Andy doesn't play very often. We decided to buy a ball, and start playing again.
We suck. We missed shot, after shot, after shot. Then, we missed some more. It was so pathetic, it was actually funny. Andy finally got in a groove, and was able to make some. I never did get the swing of it. (It didn't help that I was in heels- what was I thinking?)
We will go back out again. I had a lot of fun, and Andy can't let that be his last performance. But honestly- if the 5th graders that were at the park wanted to take us on- we would have been toast.
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