Can I vent for a moment? It’s not even really venting, because I’m not angry… it’s more like, I am so fiercely proud that I can’t talk about this without making faces that probably get taken for “venting” faces. So most of you have probably heard of this already, but I have been thinking of it all day and have to get it out. Alright, so a few weeks ago our home school girl’s basketball team was asked to play a public school team’s homecoming game. This high school teams’ scheduled opponent stopped all of their sports and couldn’t play them on their homecoming game night. Our team was recommended by another home school coach of that area to the school and they asked us to play them. We already had a game scheduled that night with another home school team, but we thought it was really cool that they asked us so we decided to drive the two hours and play this school and then drive back to our gym and play Bethel. The team we originally planned to play. It would be slightly chaotic, but the bethel team is one of our favorites to play because we are great friends with them so it wasn’t a big deal. Anyway, we car-pooled to Saltillo and played this public school team, called the Lions. Here’s the kicker, Claire couldn’t be there because of church things, and neither could Sarah because she had to play the B game back in Paris, and Jordan was at camp. We only had 6 players that night and you’ve got to have five on the court during the game. So it was Mackenna, Jocelyn, Kelci, Jessica, Me, and Katie. The start of the game, Saltillo did the whole running through the paper thing and screaming like they were going to kill us and then they got into their huddle. Ok so you know how in a PS [public school] game the opposing team lines up and they call everyone’s number and you run  through and give everyone a high-five? We had never done that, and they all lined up and the announcer started calling our numbers and names and we just stood there and they looked at us like we were retarded. Then they started laughing, and we got the idea and ran through, and THEN we didn’t realize that we were supposed to do it for them so the first couple of girls ran by us and started giggling. Well that was bad but then after the game my mom told me that she heard one of the girls say after we didn’t run through the line, “oh yeah, these are a bunch of stupid home schoolers.” And wait, it gets better. Third quarter, were down about 50 to 25 and we can tell that Saltillo is stalling the ball and then I heard them counting when they passed the ball and I realized they had to make 10 passes before shooting. We called a time out and talked it over and tried to jump them and steal the ball and the girls got ticked off. the started calling to their coach, on the court, during the game, and asking him “Can we shoot now coach?” “Come on coach!” and I had a girl next to me yell out “Coach! Can I shoot and get these losers off me?” and when they got the ball stolen from them they said some dirty words let me tell you. Well we lost the game 60 to 30 and we were bummed, but those girls were huge so we were proud of how we played. And you know what I’m proud of? We smiled and told them “good game” and we meant it. And I hope that those girls saw our kindness for what it really is. Christian Godliness.  In the car on the way back home to play Bethel, coach Polly told us that the home school coach that had recommended us came up to her and told her, “I didn’t want to tell you this before the game, but Saltillo is number 4 in the state, and no team has ever gotten over 20 points on them.” 4^th in the sate!!???! And how many points did we score? 30. Yeah, that’s right. 30. If there is such a thing as smirking at someone kindly… that’s it!

Ahhh… I feel better…

P.s. [Happy National Fettuccini Alfredo day]