My mother used to describe those who acted irrationally as “not having sense enough to come in out of the rain.” I fell into that category Saturday, dodging puddles, getting out of cars while trying to hoist an umbrella (not a pretty sight), and, once indoors, feeling a need to shake all over like a wet puppy.
The Final Game
But there was a basketball game to take in. The final game of the season. I’m not talking NBA here or even college, this was second-grade girls’ basketball. They don’t even keep score yet. Still, these events attract enthusiastic crowds. As the grandmother of a fledgling player, it was definitely worth donning rain gear and heading for the gym. After all, Addie would be a third generation player of the game. Her aunt Robin was a guard and co-captain of the Rolla High School Girls’ basketball team in the 70s.
It’s just as well that there are no Brownie snapshots of me in junior high, wearing a one-piece blue gym suit with my name stitched over the pocket. It was the era before Title Nine legislation. In those days, girls played half court basketball, I suppose because we were considered too delicate for a full-court engagement.
But somethings never change; bleacher seats are just as hard as they always were.
After the Game
Whether kids participate in the sport or follow it from the sidelines, they still look forward to a post-game snack. Addie picked Beyond Sweet in the Loop, where the decadent creations live up to their name. I nibbled around the edges of the Chocoholic shake, that my son, Tom, insisted that I try.