Ten and or seventeen

Last night about five o'clock we went with the boys to watch them play basketball at the "Y." Christian's team played first. He is in the five and six year old group, which started before he became seven years old. Consequently, he is the oldest in the group and the tallest by far. One of his team mates was at least a foot shorter. This whole group reminded me of a group of lemmings running about but with little clear purpose. Some just ran with the ball, and others tried bouncing, then running, and then bouncing the ball again. The term "double dribble" clearly had no meaning. Best of all were two boys, one with the number ten on his back and the other numbered seventeen. Neither of these boys was still for a moment. They were constantly moving, jumping, wandering about, not necessarily paying any attention to the game, but always in constant movement. When either got the ball, they always seemed quite surprised, and one would try to dribble the ball back and forth but making no progress toward the basket. Any shooting toward the basket seemed to be without thought, and so seldom did the shot arrive near the basket. The whole effect was hysterical, and we could not stop laughing.

Foxy wondered what their parents looked like since they had to put up with a boy in constant motion. She finally spotted one mom who was thin as a rail and had two other kids, both girls. The dad sported grey hair. He may have earned every white strand. I pitied the teacher who had the boy in school. It was an exhausting half hour, but the boys in question jumped and twisted their way out of the 'Y'.

On Jon's team one of his members also had the number ten on his back. You guessed it, he was also in constant motion. Is it the number ten or seventeen? I will never know. Happy travels.