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Begin the Recruiting...Now

January 24, 2008

My daughter scored her first basket last night in a thrilling triple overtime victory. She had a chance to win the game at the end of regulation, but her shot came about a second after the final horn sounded. We had a talk about knowing what the clock is doing...and listening to the coach when he's booming "Shoot! Shoot!" at her.

Her line for the game: 2pts, 1 for 3, 2 rebounds, 1 steal, 0 knees to the opposing players' midsections.

I tried to get a picture, but apparently I had the camera on the wrong setting, so it didn't take a picture, even though it told me it had taken a picture. Yeah, I'm confused by it myself (obviously, or there would be a picture here).

After the game, we went to get ice cream. One cone of vanilla soft serve for everyone! We had barely left the parking lot when my son dropped his cone on the floor of my car. My daughter rescued it, but the damage had been done. It was covered with crushed goldfish, mud, hair and probably a dead bug. Rather than turn around and buy a new one, I fell upon my frosty, tasty sword and surrendered my cone to him with the warning that this was the last one. There were no further incidents.

So, now I'm sitting around, waiting for Pat Summit to call, or Muffet McGraw (sorry, dice!). Yep. Still waiting...

(Yes, I'm being facetious, but Damon Bailey did verbally commit to Indiana in the 8th grade, and clearly my daughter is on the same track.)