so on sunday, on a beautiful 75-degree january afternoon, liam decided to listen to me (wonders never cease) and shoot some hoops. with me, no less, since i was appropriately dressed after playing a tennis match. we played "horse" and he's invented all sorts of rules that didn't apply back in the day when i used to play in my own driveway growing up. i found myself shooting backwards ... shooting from the yard behind the goal, trying to arch the ball completely over the thing ... even trying to replicate liam's moves as he scored a reverse lay-up.
proper form (i think. it looks good to me, at least) |
yep, that's my signature move -- i have never been able to shoot the ball without my right leg kicking up at an awkward angle. is it any wonder that when i was young, my coaches, who were initially so excited to meet me because of my height, quickly surmised that i'd take my rightful position as benchwarmer?
and now that you've had your smile of the day, here are a few highlights from liam's last game. i thank God yet again that he inherited exactly none of the atkins athletic genes.
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