In this context, two of my kids have been standout athletes in their youthful years. My first son was a star in little league baseball, soccer, and track; he also was on the swimming team in high school, is a surfer and a sailor and, at 27, is in perfect physical shape (despite all those McDonald's hamburgers I fed him in years past!)
My second son, now 14, has been a great Little League baseball player, a star in soccer and track, and an extraordinary basketball player. Last year, as a 7th grader on his school's varsity team, he had a good year but the team finished 1-8 and missed the playoffs.
This year he's grown, to 5'11", and he plays center, guard and forward. Primarily he is at the low post on defense and high post on offense. The team is 10-0 and has outcored its opponents by an average score of 34.6-11.9.
But he missed the most recent game (before tonight's) due to an injured foot. Watching from the bench, he got frustrated as his teammates squeaked out a win, 20-15. I knew by the look on his face that he wouldn't sit out any more games.
Last night he told me he would be playing tonight. He did. In the first 18 minutes, he scored 10 points, grabbed 6 rebounds, blocked 5 shots, had three assists, had no turnovers and won the opening jump ball, as he has every game since the season began.
The final score, as captured in this photo by his little sister (potentially a pretty good athlete herself in the future), was 46-12. The final game of this final middle school season for him and his teammates will be Thursday.
The championship. I'll be there.
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