Thursday, October 04, 2007
Basketball
Pierce and Anna both started their basketball leagues last Saturday. Anna’s is at 9:00; Pierce’s at 10:00 (fortunately, they’re both in the same location). After a bit of a slow start (Anna was sad because she was lonely), Anna jumped into the activities with both feet. Much like Pierce last year, she’s the youngest on the team, and she’s having some coordination issues with dribbling. Interestingly, she can pass and catch better than anyone else out there. We tend to do a lot of that at home, so it may have rubbed off. Either her techniques off, or she needs a little more upper body strength, because she’s not shooting for the hoop too well. But I’m sure it will come to her. Nora and I are going to buy a smaller basketball for our home court so she can play with us at home.
The difference in Pierce’s play from last year to this is like night and day. Everything’s better: dribbling, shooting, passing, focus and concentration. It was very exciting to see. On the drive out there he was very excited about seeing his basketball “friends”.
We go out to the practices as a family and each kid has an hour to stay entertained while the other plays. Pierce and Anna both brought their L-Maxes and did very well. There are enough other kids in the stands, along with babies, that they’re both constantly visiting. I enjoyed watching both of them, but two hours sitting on a cold metal bleacher is murder. Ouch.
-Eric (Dad)
The difference in Pierce’s play from last year to this is like night and day. Everything’s better: dribbling, shooting, passing, focus and concentration. It was very exciting to see. On the drive out there he was very excited about seeing his basketball “friends”.
We go out to the practices as a family and each kid has an hour to stay entertained while the other plays. Pierce and Anna both brought their L-Maxes and did very well. There are enough other kids in the stands, along with babies, that they’re both constantly visiting. I enjoyed watching both of them, but two hours sitting on a cold metal bleacher is murder. Ouch.
-Eric (Dad)
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