So Felix had basketball this afternoon. There’s been a marked improvement in his playing ability in the last few weeks, which I put solely down to the presence of grandparents.
Regardless, the boys are a motley crew of friends of friends in years 2 and 3 which would be fine if the comp wasn’t for years 3 and 4.
Seriously, there are some boys on our team not much taller than a cricket but let me tell you, what they lack in height they make up for in sheer tenacity.
There have been quite a few games where they have come from seriously behind to steal the game. Always very exciting stuff.
So today was the semi-finals and we were playing the team coached by the mutton-dressed-as-lamb mother with the hot body, who certainly didn’t let us down – a fluorescent pink ensemble featuring
hot-pants short shorts and a fitted hoodie with plenty of midriff and basoombas on display. I’m all for women to be fit and healthy, but I really don’t need to be able to see the outline of your g-string and clearly be able to determine you have no pubic hair whatsoever.
Anyway, where was I?
Oh yes, the game.
Well, their team was predominantly year 4 kids so we really should not have even been in contention. But oh boy were we in contention.
It came down to a golden point.
They got it.
Seriously, it was thrilling.