So, my nine year old daughter decided she wanted to play grade school basketball. Living not too far from Syracuse, the brain surgeon who founded the league for girls decided it would be cute to call the league the Little East. By now, you have already figured out where this post is going.
Well, the first three weeks was interesting to say the least. It was entertaining, watching nine year olds try so hard to play the game. My girl was even doing well, against Villanova, St. Johns, and Pittsburgh. They where 2-1, then came her week four game, peeked at the schedule to see what time it was, got her to the gym and realized she was playing Syracuse....................
Close game my kid was playing well, then I made the mistake of looking at the scoreboard with 45 seconds left in the fourth quarter. My daughters team was winning by 2, Syracuse stole the ball and scored a layup with 25 seconds remaining. In bound pass to my kid, she unfortunately dribbled it off her foot and out of bounds.
So I yelled to her it was ok, just play good defense. Now the weirdest thing happened, instincts took over and I forgot who I was rooting for. Syracuse scored with 5 seconds left after 4 or 5 missed layups and rebounds. My dumbass threw my hands in the air and yelled yes!!!!!!!!
When I noticed all the dirty looks I was getting from the parents of the other girls on her team it hit me, that I was in fact cheering the wrong team. Did I mention my daughter plays on the Georgetown team? Now the look on my face must have been priceless, because one of the other dads was killing himself laughing. The moms seemed annoyed, but really, I just got confused.
After the game, I confessed to my kid. She said "I thought that sounded like you", I then took her out for ice cream and she said she forgave me and laughed about it.
Just thought I would share that, so we could all get a laugh. Especially at the end of such a crappy Cuse week.
YOU MAKE THE CALL.
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