The teams were pretty evenly matched, and the game was a lot better than that somewhat lopsided score implies. And she slammed in two three point shots, for a 100% completion rate in this game. So good on my kiddo!
However, I sustained a game-related injury during the course of play. Go figure.
The gym at her school has regulation sized basketball court, but not much sideline. The bleachers are against the north wall, and if you're sitting on the bottom row, your feet are about twelve inches from the north boundary of the court. Our little group — me, Mother of the Child, Dad, (step)Mom and
For whatever reason, play of game kept running right up into our faces. Dad caught several balls that had gone out of bounds. We all flinched back more than once when charged by a player from one team or the other. But the coup de grace came when a knot of defense and offense careened right toward me and I had to lean back avoid feet and elbows, and slid right off the bleacher bench and into the footwell of the row behind me.
I got stuck there and had to be pulled out. My back hurts, I'm pretty sure I bruised it right on one of my lower spinal knobs, and my left hip aches.
It's all part of the business of being a dad, and a price I'll cheerfully pay. But really, when did watching middle school girls play sports become so dangerous?
Photos © 2012, Joseph E. Lake, Jr.
This work by Joseph E. Lake, Jr. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-Share Alike 3.0 United States License.