Jan 09 2012
No Way That Just Happened
Okay, so if you’re my Facebook friend (and if you’re not my Facebook friend, are we really friends?), you might already know this story. As I might have mentioned before, the big boys started basketball season this past weekend. At Jacob’s game, one of the refs had a little fun with the moms. He started having the moms (not that the ref knew this, but all the moms he singled out were Tigers mom) shoot free throws during time outs and between quarters. I was rather thankful they were all sitting on the next set of bleachers. All the moms were being really good-natured about it, and not a single one made the shot, though some were quite close. However, at half-time, the ref decided that the moms would be halftime entertainment…and he was running out of moms on that set of bleachers. You can see where this is going, right?
Clearly not my famous shot, but a great shot of Jacob in action.
Yep, you guessed it. My turn came. Believe it or not, I got up to take the shot. (How could I not? All the other moms had done it, and since everyone was missing the shots anyway, I was just going to join the club.) So, I dribbled out to the free throw line (I have no idea why I felt the need to dribble), bounced the ball a couple times, took my aim, and took my shot. AND. IT. WENT. IN!!!!
No joke – I made the shot. I couldn’t make it again in a million years if I tried (in case you haven’t noticed, I’m not athletically inclined). Caleb looked shocked, Sam was calling for the “bass-eh-ball” and the parents were cheering. And Bryan missed it. He was busy coaching, or something. 🙂 Jacob saw it, though. So my three most important witnesses know it happened.
Is it sad or totally acceptable that making that shot might be my most proud athletic-type moment to date?