and the festive smell of stale concession stand popcorn mixed with the odor of gym, consistently spelling “aggressive” incorrectly during the “be aggressive, b-e-a-g-g-r-e-s-s-i-v-e” cheer, and Lacy’s absolute hatred of playing actual games. I would have posted a picture of Lacy on the court, but I don’t have one. I seem to remember that she scheduled appointments with the dentist or doctor whenever she had a game. Maybe that only happened once. She’ll have to confirm. (And yes, I did misspell “aggressive” yet again when I first wrote it out in cheer form just now.)
Abby played on Monday night with her 6th-grade team. It was a low-scoring, but fun game. Passing seems to be a challenging skill to acquire. Ben then played in a tournament at USN on Saturday. I’m always a little leery of stepping inside USN because there was a rumor among the Harpeth Hall Honeybears that the USN kids, whenever their school played ours, handed out Teddy Grahams and bit the heads off of them.
Anyway, Ben played a game in the morning and the Tigers won by a landslide. In between Ben’s two games, one of the Ensworth girls’ teams played my alma mater. The Ensworth team came out like gangbusters and started running practice drills the second the warm-up clock started. I watched them for a minute and then looked across the court to see 4 Harpeth Hall girls standing around stretching, as my dad said, “like a bunch of flamingos.” The game was a little brutal. My Honeybears didn’t win.
In the next game, Ben’s team played David Lipscomb, a team with a 6’2” kid and a bully with a bad attitude. Unfortunately, the Tigers didn’t win, but Ben had the best game ever. He attempted 7 3-pointers and made 5 of them! So amazing!
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