|showing her how to hold and position herself - took a while to get to to have feet shoulder width apart|
|and boom, just like that she was impressed|
Back in my days I used to play in a team since my 3rd grade class in Mexico... To playing all through elementary, junior high and highschool. I never realized in my adult years what I was missing. So I took myself last night to get me a ball. I ended up getting a pink and white one. Good for outdoors. My girls thought it was for them when I came home. are sure going to think "it's for them" it's the little things guys, I forgot that part of me. I forgot how liberating and how good it used to make me feel to walk on a court and get a team going, to play scrimmage games, to make a 3 pt shot. That was my jam. Not too long ago in a box in the garage I found one of my basketball shoes I used to wear my freshman year. Are you kidding me, in those new Nike basketball shoes I thought I was the shit! Seriously, they were high tops, had a quilted texture and stitching on the inside of the shoe and the Nike symbol was a navy blue. I only saw one shoe in the box and ended up throwing it away. Who knows where the other could have been. For a second I thought why am I even holding on to these, this is more than 20 years. (That's nuts to even say that because I look like I'm 18 people! - just kidding).
So I tossed the one shoe in the trash. (Sad face) I had been going through a phase of trying to get go of stuff. So much cool stuff was sent to goodwill. (Oh well!). So last night I was that mom dribbling all through the kitchen and at some point I thought.. "Oh well if I hit something or break something, a big fat - OH WELL". I was living a little y'all it was awesome. Now my daughters weren't that impressed, they really wanted me to spin the ball on the tip of my finger. I explained how mami can play, but just can't do the tricks you know? You gotta be real with the kids. They see stuff on TV and think we're all capable.
|Went to Big 5 on a whim last night before they closed|
|much needed baller feeling|
|the one I took home - because it's so dang cute|
Needles to say, Last night for a split second in between getting them to brush their teeth, getting them to bed and dribbling in the kitchen like a mad woman; I have to say last night was pretty AWESOME in my book. Maybe that's what I need after a long days at work, a suck ass commute, I need to dribble the damn ball!!! Boom! Moral of the story: go to Big 5 while they're on sale and get a ball! Dribble your heart out! Now I need to just get out to the park and shoot some hoops. Make a friend or two and get a game going. Who needs a point guard?
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