Tuesday, Fun Day

We have been thoroughly entertained this morning.  Went to watch my dad, of 87 years young, play basketball.  He was about 10 to 15 years senior to the rest of the guys.  Actually, couple of the fellows were around my age, went to school with one.  Guess that would make my pops 20 to 22 years older.  But he could hang with them all.  For their age, they all played really well.  One of the rules is, which turns out to be very amusing, if you get fouled, you call it.  There are no refs.  All I can say is, what a bunch of cry babies some of them were.  But not my dad...if he gets bumped around, he will give it right back.  Loved watching every minute of it. 

                                                 Get out of my way, I'm trying to shoot
                                                              My dad, with the ball

                                                               My ball, I'm getting it
                                                        My dad, running after the ball

                                                           Here it comes to you basket
                                                             My dad, shooting the ball

                                                Game over yet guys, getting a little tired
                                                   My dad, with a quick resting moment

                                             Hey pops, you didn't tell me you played with
                                                                        Abe Lincoln
                                                           My dad, behind Mr.Lincoln

                                                                  My sweet daddy-o
                                                                    Proud of my dad

                                           More to come...hoping to see Molli this evening