Yesterday was another long sports day. Shilo had a tri-meet against two Castle Rock schools. I only managed to capture a portion of their team cheer before agreeing to fill in for the other teams' absent parents as a timer.
I came away with wet feet and tired legs, but I found down-time in a quick game of sudoku on my phone while the diving was going on. Shilo, despite her feelings of tiredness, swam well. Her relay team placed first in the 200 Free, she handily won the backstroke, and placed 3rd in the 200 IM. Today is yet another meet. A long, drawn-out, 12-team invitational. Then we get a good 10 meet-less days. Awesome.
After the meet, Bill and I headed over to the boys basketball game against the big cross-town school. The one Tay and Britt graduated from. The one with history. The one that thought the game would be so easy to win, they didn't even send their cheerleaders.
We were there to support Lex. Of course.
But the game was so amazing, I got a little caught up. Here's the scoreboard story:
Oh my. I was sweaty, flushed, and I lost my voice. The only thing that could have made that game better was for Legend to take it. It was a heartbreaker (double overtime), but at least we played tough, and even put some fear into them. Serious fear. They would have had a hard time living that loss down (which is what would have made it so awesomely amazing if we could have pulled it off).
I just want to say, "Just you wait, 'enry 'iggins, just you wait." (Because I'm a nut.)
Reckoning will come.
Reckoning will come.
The USF (ultimate sports fan),
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