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Basketball is good too



This weekend I had a great Valentine's Day trip with my son. The two of us flew up to Portland Saturday morning to see our dear friends, one of which is W's best, oldest friend from birth and one of which is the coach of the Portland Pilots basketball team (and WCC Coach of the Year last year, go E!). Along with a weekend full of fun with friends, W got to be a ball boy for the Pilots on Saturday night. I am not exaggerating when I say that I think it was quite possibly the best night of his life to date. We got him there early and he was given a special t-shirt and instructed as to when to wipe up sweat (what could be better for a 7YO boy?). I watched from the stands as he did his job flawlessly (as far as I could tell) and as the ESPN2 cameras captured him on film. The Pilots played amazingly well and took the game into OT for a win that had us all on our feet screaming. W even got pummeled by my favorite player, TJ Campbell, and is now showing off his bruised shoulder with pride.

I also got to spend Valentine's Day with one of my best friends and my godkids, and have a dinner date alone with W in the airport on the way home. We topped it all off with ice cream cones and a snuggly plane ride home.

And finally...this morning, a nice hard swim. Ahhh.

*warmup: 100, 200, 300, 200, 100 free with first and last 25 breast

*4 x 50's hard free on the minute; 300 moderate free
*3 x 50's hard free on the minute, 1 x 50 hard breast (same interval); 300 moderate free with one 50 breast
*2 x 50's hard free on the minute, 2 x 50's hard breast; 300 moderate free with one 100 breast
*4 x 50's hard breast to free on the minute, 300 moderate breast to free

*200 hard free broken at the 50 for 10 seconds
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AM! said…
W must LUV that pic of him on espn. you need to frame it;-)
February 15, 2010 at 12:42 PM
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