Many of you may not know this, but I enjoy shooting hoops. I never played on a team and would probably really suck in an actual competitive situation, but I used to spend hours of time as a kid just shooting around on my own. My parents live on top of a steep hill, with the basketball hoops right at the crest of the hill. If I missed a shot poorly, the ball could get away from me in a hurry and be houses away before I could blink. After a few treks down the hill, I learned to aim better and save myself from running the hill!
Our little game was going fairly well. After each of us earning an H, we matched each other shot for shot for a number of rounds. They T-Dog got a few on me.
He made a beautiful outside shot. I missed
“O,” he yelled.
Immediately after, she swished a shot from the other side. I missed again!
“U!” he screamed.
I burst out laughing.
“What?” he asked.
“U? Um, I think it’s time for you to go back to school!”
(For all those interested. After fixing my awarded ‘U’ to it’s proper ‘R’, I held firm at my H-O-R status. After sticking him on two inside shots, the little man earned his O and R. Then I sank two outside 45 degreers that he missed, getting him a S and a final E. Suck it T-Dog. This is Mama’s court!)