Feeling my inner Jordan.....

Michael Jordan that is. Well......not quite, but as close to it as I can get. I LOVE BASKETBALL. Popped into the gym today to watch my sister's Jr. High team. I really enjoy that group of girls. I feel partial to them in basketball cause I had them from 3rd-6th grade. I was sad when they went to Jr. High. They are going to rock it this year! It makes me excited to start elementary bball next week.

My high school girls are always asking why I don't coach high school basketball. It's hard to explain to them that I love it too much and the pressure would kill me. I mean, if you've ever been to a game you've seen me
1. get so excited I have to hide around the corner
2. get so mad at the refs I have to hide around the corner so I don't get ejected from the game
(I'm halfway scared of me as a parent of eventual basketball players)

I blame my love of the game on Coach Petersen. He had me in the gym from about 2nd grade on. He convinced me that in order to be a great bball player, one had to sleep with their basketball. So I did. Clear up until the day I left for college.

So, tomorrow I'll go to the first game of the season and cheer ~~obnoxiously~~ loudly for the Wolves. I'm really going to try hard this season to be a little more inconspicuous. :)

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