Hoops Might Be My Heaven

What I learned today was that I might not have a choice. I'm probably gonna be a basketball fan. Seems that Daddy is hoops crazed, and Hot Mama digs it too. And Wyatt's getting into it himself.

Tonight, we watched St. John's play ball on the TV. They were the team of Daddy's youth. And yet he still watches them, living and dying with every missed shot.

It's fun to watch. I watched the ball move from one side to the other. I liked the teamwork. And I liked the mascots and the cheerleaders.

With my normal height, I can see myself as a point guard, darting in the lane, dishing to the open man, being a pest on defense, hitting the open J, running the team.

Or I could just watch it from the sidelines and avoid the kneetastrophes that befell my Daddy.

Either way, I think I'm falling in love.