Last evening I attended my oldest grandson's basketball game. The team has not had a good season, to say the least, but I have never seen a team play so hard or play so well together.
Living in rural Iowa, high school basketball means boarding a bus in the middle of winter and riding up to 2 hours to play ball, give it all you have, board the bus and ride 2 hours home, many times not arriving home until nearly midnight, cold, tired and hungry! This happens 2, sometimes 3 times a week for several months. If your team is good, this continues until the state tournaments in Des Moines in March. The players are not the only hero's in this story. My daughter also drives 2 hours to see her son play, takes food, water, gator aid and is of course, a huge supporter of the entire team-always giving a hand at a missed basket or "good job" to a foul. I have learned a lot from watching the fans and I have even learned some rules or "calls". Last night was most likely my last game until some of my younger grand kids take up the sport and I must say, I am sorry I did not get more involved earlier. I am told the coaches are important to the team but from where I sit, they would be nothing without mothers.
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