Pass Me The Rock

A-Ro has started playing basketball this winter. Here she is demonstrating some of her mad dribbling skills. 

I must say we have totally lucked out with coaches. Libby Kelly is phenomenal. Her enthusiasm is contagious. I know she is a physician, but I totally think she has missed out on her true calling. (I think she knows it, too.) 

We took the kids to a Wake Women's Basketball Game a few weeks ago. Anna Rose asked for a pen and paper. She wanted to take notes to share with her team! Here they are.

Translation:

Get the rebounds

Put your hands up

Fast passes

Use both hands

Bring water

Move your feet

Reward your team

Fast goals

Put your hands up

Translation:

Don't get the ball when out of bounds

Get close to the goal

Cheer for your team

Talk to your team

Always dribble the ball

Love the ball

Have fun

Play hard

Steal the ball

No touching other team

Cheer for your team

Words to live by...

A-Ro missed the first game and the only jersey they had left was a Youth Medium.

Today, while I was walking into the gym I prayed that she would score. I didn't believe at all it would happen. She hasn't gotten close to even shooting. "I'm a passer dad," is the way she explains it. Which is true. She's a pass first, shoot second kind of player. She just hasn't gotten to the second part yet. But late in the second quarter, she got the ball along the baseline about six feet from the net. I don't know what exactly went through her mind, but there was no one to pass to. And so she went for it. SWISH. Nothing but net. The crowd went crazy! Seriously, everybody, not just me. 

She was a bit embarrassed by my enthusiasm. 

But here she is after the game with her BFFTLE, Olivia. 

(Best Friends For Totally Like Ever).