Tim did decide to hunt, knowing he could rush out of the woods, strip down to one layer and be at the school in time for tip-off. Noah's eyes would glance toward the door every few minutes during warm-up. As the clock began the five minute countdown, he mouthed, "Where's Dad?" and I made the steering wheel motion to let him know he was on his way. He arrived literally at the final second, settling in front of me as the buzzer sounded the beginning of the game.
For probably the first five minutes of the game, it was ping pong action with no results. We'd look down the left half of the court, missed shot, swap sides, another miss or steal. I wondered if the game would ever see a score when our team came alive and merged. The plays I'm sure they've practiced over and over began to take motion. Each player took their spots, watching for signals on their next move. The setup placed Noah at the basket, fairly obvious due to the size advantage he has over the majority of players.
Like clockwork the ball made it's way down the court, passing from player to player and landing in my boys hands. With a seasoned swoop, the ball swooshed, earning the first two points of the game. Over the loud speakers the announcer called out, "Noah Blair, two points" and in the same instant my guy's face lit up, his arms pumping as he trotted down the court. The other team dribbled, a steal from us, same setup and another swoosh, followed by hearing Noah's name over the loudspeakers. This play went on for awhile, climbing us to six points.
Opposing team earned one point from a foul on our Beavers. Noah played defense just as well, making some great blocks at the basket, rebounds and passes. At our end, he scored four more points by stealing and swishing. One was after three attempts, the ball kept swirling the rim and coming back out, but he was persistent using his size and elbows to bend, jump and repeat until he finally scored. By the game end, he'd scored 10 of our 13 points to the other teams 3.
I'll have to say Tim and I were beaming the entire game from the bleachers, as parents commented around us, clapped and cheered Noah on. My joy though came from his face (and puffed chest) at each score, block or play and the response from the crowd. Even on the way out, the pats on the back, high fives and shouts from the stands, had him walking tall. I love seeing my boy happy, smiles are even bigger when I get to see him proud. Today, as the MVP, he certainly had every reason to be. However, even if he hadn't made a basket, just seeing him try hard on the court always makes this mom, and his number one fan, very proud and grinning from the inside out.
Today I'm thankful for basketball season but most importantly seeing my favorite player on the court. I will always big your biggest fan #40!!
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