So this morning the little guy had his first basketball clinic. And mommy was super stoked. The boy did not disappoint. Three separate girls from school approached us. What up Z Dog? Which I found quiet interesting. This from a boy who asked last night. Do girls marry girls? Whichever, of course, we explained could happen, much to his dismay…because he doesnt know who he’ll marry and in his mind that meant more competition for the good ones.
But I disgress. We’ve spent some time focusing on basketball fundamentals over the summer…and I swear he listened mainly because he wants to beat daddy (see a common theme). But nonetheless, he understands the mechanics of shooting a ball..which is really tough when so young. It looks something like this:
So we watched, as he slowed dribbled down the court (and I mean slow), passed with his elbows out, played side to side defense and clanked ball after ball off the rim…it’s a start! And this mommy will take it. He came home happy and loving him some basketball .
