My daughter has been bitten by the basketball bug.
Last week, she attended a girls’ middle school basketball game. The gym was beautiful. The play was not. My daughter didn’t care. The next day, she said she had to go to practice, loaded up her backpack, ran out to our back deck with a bouncy ball she got from the Dollar Tree, and pounded the rock for an hour.
This weekend, I took her to see my university’s women’s team play a game. We were on the front row at center court, and she was riveted. She’s been dribbling around our kitchen/family room, giving us scouting reports for her team (who can make shots, pass well, etc.), and generally behaving as though this is how she plans to spend any and all of her free time.
The basketball bug took a chomp out of me when I was younger than her. I’m still recovering.
We’ll see what her prognosis is in a week.
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