The Fretful Mother's Blog

My 7-year-old son started his basketball season this week. I was hoping that a second season meant he and his comrades would now be seasoned players. That is not what it means.
I have yet to see ball control or any kind of focus. Not that I was expecting Michael Jordan, but a little Raef LaFrentz would be possible. Instead, the fans (dutiful family members) are forced to play defense of their own. Almost every shot or pass ends up headed straight for a head in the stands. And my family is known for our large craniums, so we make even more of a target. Next time we’ll come prepared with football helmets. Maybe my son is more of a Brett Favre. You can never be too safe.

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