Today was an exciting day – our first basketball games of the season. Peyton was talking a mile a minute on the way over to her game. Hers was up first. Dave leaned over and told me, “I think she’s excited.” I asked her if she was excited for her first game. She said, “Well, I’m more excited for the snacks.” Love the honesty. We arrived 30 minutes before the game and warmed up with the first girl that was there. She was with her dad, then another girl and her family arrived. I chatted with this mom for awhile before going inside to warm up. Soon, F, G, and H showed up. We went inside to sit all together. Brandon sat to my right, while G sat to her mom’s left. We chatted much of the time, watching the littles play. They were on the same “team” within the team. The split the squad into two, with the “Cupcakes” and the “Cookies”. Each mini team had a ball handler, and tall man. Peyton was helping with inbounds and at one point took the ball up on her own. G commented, “Peyton is good!” She also said, “Peyton’s socks are ‘fresh’.” I hadn’t heard that since I was in elementary or middle school! Like the “Fresh Prince of Bel Air”! Then, in the second half of the game, even though the teams did not switch halves (they shot at the same end of the court the entire game), Peyton stole the ball, then dribbled back to the opposing basket and started shooting! We’d seen it before, but never with one of our own kids! Her teammates were trying to tell her, as were Dave and Ryan, but she kept putting it up. Of course, right, since she was not contested! Finally, one of her last attempts was taken by the opposing player who took the ball back and then turned it over again to another member of Peyton’s team. There was no chance to tell her what was going on when it happened again! She’s aggressive and got the ball. She knows how to get out of sloth mode! They’d only practiced half court with the full team since each team only gets that much real estate. She’s had a full court before at our gym, but they don’t usually run the whole thing, especially with just four of us. We’d even played 2 on 2 with half court. She shot over and over at the wrong basket before Dave called a time out. Neither the refs or the other parents told her to stop. She was under the other team’s basket, with their parents there, so we were too far away for her to hear us and make sense of it. She was so focused on getting the ball into the basket, even if it mean ANY basket. I was telling Tricia that she’d be so mortified if she scored for the opposite team and she would cry for sure. Dave took the time out to go tell her, and then, she was in bounding the ball, and I could tell she was crying. Her shoulders were heaving up and down. She kept it together enough, but I knew it was killing her inside. I gave her a thumbs up and a smile, and I think that helped her a bit. After the game was done, we had a good laugh about it. One mom came up to me to ask, “Do you remember me, Marisa?” HOLY SMOKES! It was my neighbor from when I lived in FC, from age 0 to 5! I’d last seen her at UCLA, but her daughter is now on Peyton’s team! She saw my name on the roster, but I hadn’t reviewed it, since I didn’t need to. I wouldn’t have been able to tell since she changed her name. Her mom was there, too, but I was so astonished that I didn’t really say much. I’d already invited my own mom to the games at some point, so hopefully they can catch up, too. Her mom still lives there in the original house. We used to throw elaborate block parties, Christmas parties, progressive parties, where we’d start at one house and go to another. Amazing! Brandon was being a bit rude and interrupting me to ask who she was, so I put him on the spot, which I should have done anyway, and introduced him. I told him I’d met Marisa when we were 1 and 2 years old. She’s a year older than me, but we were all very close in age. We headed out after the game in search for lunch. Peyton was able to enjoy her cutie and a small snack. We came home, and Peyton didn’t want to change out of her clothes. Dave and Brandon took off by car, while Peyton and I walked a bit later on. While we were walking, I had my puffy white jacket on, and I heard a THUD, as a pomegranate dropped right out of the tree onto the side walk. It hit the ground so hard it split in two with seeds coming out. Had I’d taken another half step, it would have hit my shoe. Had I taken a full step, it would have landed right on my jacket. I let out a shriek as it scared me so much. We arrived just at the start of Brandon’s game. He was doing well except for the fact he had the giggles. He was guarding his friend, and then another time, he was man on man with a classmate. I’m not sure if that was what was getting him going or not. Their team ended up blowing the other team away to the point they stopped keeping score. Peyton was more involved watching, as I was teacher her more of the rules of the game. She also went with the coach’s daughter, who is a sixth grader. It’s our third year at least with them, so Peyton is more familiar with her now. They played together for a quarter or so. After this game, I was chatting with a mom who was recruiting me for a position she isn’t able to retain for next year’s PTA board since there is a two year term limit. I was interested, so Dave left me there while he took the kids for the wrap up. He came back to get me, then we left together. When we got home, Peyton headed straight for the back yard to shoot some more, while Brandon went to his room to relax. He’s got to save his energy tomorrow for our race! Dave’s working with Peyton developing her some more. She’s learning quickly!
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