A First Time For Everything

Go Grayson!

Nikki recently signed us up to play on the woman's basketball team for our ward. In the spirit of good sportsmanship, I reluctantly agreed. I have never played basketball. Even in my youth, I never played. Church ball has always been a spectator sport for me.

Until today.

I woke up this morning with butterflies in my stomach, but I was determined to give it my best shot. I set three goals for myself:

Not to scream when I got the ball.

To make sure I ran in the right direction.

And not to get knocked over.

I am happy to report that I succeeded at all three, in spite of our fierce competition. I did not realize just how intense church ball is.

When I first got on the court, I started laughing. I know it was a nervous reaction, but it just stuck me funny that I had absolutely no idea of what I was doing. I eventually found my pace and was able to keep up. I even had the opportunity to run the court and attempt to make two baskets. Sadly, I missed both times. My accomplishment for the game was my successful pass. We played two different teams and lost both games. Actually, we were slaughtered. I don't even know the final scores.

Now, I can officially say that I have played church ball.



P.S. Nikki is a great ball player.