watching farm boys play basketball might be the best entertainment that is out there… the only way I could describe it to the farmer was…
‘do you remember last Christmas when we went to that outdoor rink in Calgary and there were those 5 guys in their twenties there that had no idea how to skate or play shinny but they gave it 110% and I was scared someone was going to get hurt? that’s what it was like’
(I know I’m going to get texts from my brothers – all offended – but just know I didn’t include you in the 5)
the funny thing is that my boys really thought they were going to look like true basketball players… first of all, they attended a basketball camp this summer and they watch the Golden State Warriors highlights every morning… they spend an incredible amount of time on Youtube viewing basketball highlights and bloopers…
so as they suited up to play their first official Jr Boys basketball game (wearing old Sr Boys volleyball jerseys circa 1980’s)… they were nervous but full of confidence that the time they had put into research of this sport would pay off…
also, they had genetics on their side as their mother was a bit of a ‘baller’ in her day… (funny how memory is… seems like my stories of my basketball days just keep getting better and better the older I get)
it was so enjoyable to watch… the other team seemed to be in the same boat as our team… going at an incredible speed yet not entirely sure of the rules…
I have not enjoyed watching something that much in a long time… I know it was funny and new and that is most likely why I enjoyed it so much… oh, and I wasn’t freezing my butt off in a rink… and no parents really, truly cared how their kid did (and I’m not used to viewing sports that way)
it reminded me of the beginning of a new relationship… the excitement, flirtation and low expectations that you have… hockey is like the marriage and basketball is like the affair… oh, and what a glorious affair it was… not as polished and mechanical as the marriage… in this basketball affair they were unsure of the rules and had no history or baggage involved… a lot of fumbling around and laughing… (too far perhaps with my analogy?)
I almost don’t want them to have another game this year as that was such a joy for me to watch, I’m worried I’ll ruin the next game by expecting my boys to improve or achieve….
we celebrated (well after both of them having to go to hockey practices that lasted till 10 pm) with a meal that took me back to my basketball days and childhood…
get your pen and paper out for this recipe… it’s complicated…
I’m all about health and fitness… in moderation… and I figure if Hamburger Helper helped my mother out on busy days, it can help me out as well…
You Will Need: ground meat (I used Elk), milk and water…
and please, don’t try to jazz it up with anything… your kids are tired, exhausted, and hungry… just spruce that ground meat up with a packaged noodles and some sort of dried cheese mixture and call it a night…
and as you eat it, you can watch videos of the glorious basketball game and get messages from grandparents about how awesome you did…
and in that moment realize that your grandparents will love you no matter what… no matter what…
i feed a farmer 
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