Max's basketball season is over.It makes me a little bit melancholy because I love basketball, and this may be it for a while for us.The high school teams are filled with kids who have played club ball since they were teeny.
And as much as Max does have a great shot, I don't know that he even wants to try compete with the likes of them.
What is our world coming to that you can only play school sports if you are "superman?"
Maybe we need to move to a teeny, tiny town where my kids can be the superstars.
Or maybe we just need to enjoy being well-rounded here in the desert.
Elle was one of the lucky sisters allowed to come watch.
Doesn't she look extremely ecstatic about that privilege?
Their coach was the best yet.
Max got pretty intense at times.
These boys were so fun to watch.Even though I left my ISO up way too high for these you can still tell what a great group of kids they are.
We will miss watching them together.
After those six games on the same day a couple weeks ago they came out in second place in the tournament.
Not too shabby.
(I am definitely not a "Tiger Mother." Sorry to keep bringing that up, but man alive it's sure made me think and re-evaluate my parenting lately. I have many thoughts on the topic...I'll see if I can get around to sharing them tomorrow...)