STUFFED!

Okay, so I "play" basketball, and I use that term loosely. Last night we all met up at the church for some ballin'. We three girls, Allison, Brynley and I held our own against the boys. However, Allison and Brynley are much taller than I and have sweet post moves that I lack. The picture to the left is a good indication of my playing last night.

I found myself with the ball under the basket not once but twice with large boys in front of me. The first incident: Matt puts his hand up and the ball goes from in front of me to about three feet behind me. Turnover! The second incident: Abe puts his hand up and the ball goes from in front of me to about three feet behind me. Turnover!

So, two stuffs in one game. OUCH! I'm not going to lie when I say that my pride was wounded a little...okay, A LOT! Especially when all I hear from everyone is "OOOOHHHH!!!" But, in the world of post-high school basketball, I laughed it off realizing that it was not the end of the world. It's not like we are really that good. We are playing in a church gym for crying out loud. I guess I need to work on my 'C' game in the hopes of it becoming an 'A' game! "Bring your 'A' game to Camp Force not your 'C' game!" Cynthia Cooper could not have said it better! That's it! I'm committed to no more stuffs! I will work on pump fakes to get the defender on his feet. That will show him!