Mine is seventeen now. Had him in Tee-Ball at five, but all those little kids would do is become infatuated with ant hills in the infield! No kidding. Through soccer, and then developing a great football throwing arm at nine (I'm like, where the heck did THAT come from), suffering through self-disappointed coaches, he finally settled on basketball. Now, he gets chosen in pick-up games with adults. Here's how he finally beat me: He said, Dad, are you letting me win? I said, literally, You'll know the answer if you have children. Then, he started to beat me because he figured out he could wear me down -- best of three, I win two, then it's best out of five.
Here's a Doby for the next class project:
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