Ouch

I went and played basketball at church last night... for the first time in about three years... ouch.

I stretched out before we started, but midway through the first game my right leg started screaming, "What do you think you're doing?". A little more stretching and I was able to go again. The team I was on ended up winning all four games, despite being vertically challenged.

When I got home, I set the ball down by the door. Noah immediately ran over and asked, "That is your baxketball?". I replied, "Yep, that's my basketball."; and he ran over and picked it up... and proceeded to play with it until bedtime. When I went in to kiss him good night, the basketball was in his bed with him. :-)

I'll be back next week for more punishment...