Icecream and more basketball

On a lighter note, my family presented our Christmas present to the bibleschool yesterday. My parents took them to Friendlies (or is it Friendly's?), and I paid for their entrance so that they could go to Clyde's basketball game(s) at Monadnock. It was quite a delight to sit in the bleachers with rows of skirt clad girls, cheering loudly whenever Conval made a basket. In fact, I think just a couple of us were louder than the enemy's cheerleaders were.

 

I also found out that I might be a little more knowledgeable about basketball than I realized, at least compared to some girls.

 

        "Why are they blowing the whistle? What happened?" one girl asked (I'll let their names remain anonymous). It's a foul, dear.

       

        "What's that?"

 

        "What do the points go by?"

 

        "Um, who's winning?"

 

        "So is Clyde not coaching? I thought coaching was running back and forth." Um, that's called "reffing," honey. Clyde is the one who is encouraging the players and working the strategy.

 

It was also fun sitting next to Bria and Katherine and pointing out various players.

 

        "There's the tall sickly guy on the other team that I was telling you about, Katherine."

 

        "Oh look Bria, that over there is Danny, the guy who can beat any girl. Did I tell you about him?" He once made a claim to Clyde that he bet a hundred dollars, no, he bet a THOUSAND dollars that he could beat any girl one on one. Well he ended up playing his woman coach (who, FYI, was in Chad's class at ConVal) and guess who won? The girl. I told Clyde he should have had him cough up the thousand bucks, but he didn't.

       

        "There goes _______. My new nickname for him is Schlotty the Naughty Hottie (which is NOT based on personal opinion)." I just call him that because he's the most likely to get a technical foul called on him, and they were good words that rhymed with Schlotty.

 

"Okay, that's nice Kayla," now you're saying, as you sit on the edge of your seat in anticipation. "But who won?" Actually you might not be saying or even thinking that, but you're going to find out anyway.

 

To make the a long story of good and bad news short, ConVal's varsity team lost. We were ahead by one at half time, and I thought they might actually pull it through and make their standing 3-6, but somewhere in there they lost it and were killed by like eighteen points. In their defense, the other team's standing was 5-2, but we still should have beaten them. *sigh*

 

But on the other hand, the JV won their second victory!!! This means an especial lot because it was Clyde who coached them all by himself. Actually in the first half they really weren't doing so well and at half time they were down 12-22. But after half time, something was different. Clyde claimed it was the pep talk he gave them, but I think it had to do with his strategizing skills: they made a full court press and the other team didn't know what to do about it. Therefore, in the third quarter they made a stupendous recovery, making twenty-two points while the other team only made two!!! After that they may have slacked off just a tad, since they other team made a few more points, but ConVal still prevailed and kept their lead the rest of the game. Hurrah for Clyde and his team! Now their standing is 2-6, which is even better than the Varsity's 2-7.

 

After all this excitement and sadness (the Varsity game was last actually, so we were feeling dumpy at the end), Bria made a comforting statement:

 

        "Icecream would sound good about now." And she was right.

 

So off we went, throwing off the damp loss we had suffered, and enjoyed our ice cream. And what more can I say? Icecream is ice cream, no matter where you go, and fun times are fun times just the same. Probably the most incredible thing that happened was when Clyde ordered the 12-scoop crowd pleaser, which the waitress claimed she had never had one person order before. He amazed and grossed us all out, but of course we had to take his picture and capture it on video, since we were all well equipped. Fortunately for him and for us, he didn't try to eat it all, but when he had about four scoops left he asked if he could take the rest home. Besides, he couldn't keep us waiting for too long.

 

And thus was our family Christmas present to the bibleschool