The Nurse and I went to visit the Rabbit Wrangler and Miss Emma yesterday. The WR wanted shot some hoops before he went off to baseball practice, so we did. It became quickly apparent that he was way to quick to play one-on-one with so we settled on HORSE. Bad idea. He beat me my like a cheap drum! First of all I've been sitting around most of the winter hibernating while he has been playing basketball. Second of all it was his court. I thought I was OK until he started throwing them in from downtown. Three shots and I had HOR (two straight games) and not a chance to catch up. I didn't know a nine year old could get so much pleasure from beating up on his Gramps.
How's your bracket doing? In the family pool I'm only ahead of Miss Emma (who picked based on mascots). I guess this is pretty typical for the NCAA Tournament. I'm not out of it yet, but there can't be too many big upsets in the next round. Again the WR was getting great glee from being ahead of yours truly. This keeps up and I may write him out of the will.
Too bad I missed the Friday lunch at BCC. I didn't get any phone calls asking for the SOTD money, so I guess there were no winners. Maybe next week. See ya.
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