With the start of basketball season right around the corner, I’m reminded of the time my son first played basketball on a team. They were all very young and to help the players grasp the concept of man-to-man defense, each player wore a colored wristband that matched one on the opposing team. All they had to do was find the player who wore the same color wrist band and make sure he didn’t score (without touching him, of course).
My son was a decent defensive player, but there was one game in particular where he seemed to grasp this concept exceptionally well. I had never seen him play so aggressively. The poor boy on the opposing team didn’t have a chance of scoring because my son was on him like, well, white on rice.
Here is the post-game conversation:
Me: Wow, buddy. You played really good defense today.
KJ: That kid was not nice, Momma.
Me: What did he do?
KJ: He was trash talking.
Me: Really? What did he say?
KJ: I can’t tell you. They were not nice words.
Me: Did you say anything to him?
KJ: Yeah, I told him, “Well, you’re not getting the ball boy!”
Ha! Ha! I love that my son taught a little trash-talker a lesson without stooping to his level. It made this Momma proud. 🙂