It's nights like these that always make us so grateful to have the warmth of the wood stove. With December well on it's way there are lots of thoughts of the upcoming holidays and things associated with the months that lie ahead. Basketball started this week in the area schools. Today when I picked up the newspaper I was automatically drawn to the sports page because I just had to know how our team did last night.
Win. Sweet. Always love an Etna win. Sad? Sure. Wish things were different. Yep. Are they? No. It's a bit of a struggle.
The gymnasium of the high school my "fine figure of a man" and I both graduated from and all three of our boys attended, holds many memories. Daddy sweated out many basketball games in this gym. Tanner spoke of the leader board and how his name is there for throwing a No Hitter. Yep. And Trevor's picture is on the gym wall with his senior year team; they won the league that year. And my name is on a banner for being a member of a the Hall of Fame team that won the N.S.C.I.F. Small Schools Championships in basketball. Pretty memorable place.
And.....Sawyer's jersey, retired, hangs on same walls of many celebrated for their successes.
A memory came to mind today. One day when Sawyer was at basketball practice with his dad, the coach, a man by the name of Tom Webster asked him what he would do if he weren't as tall as his brothers and didn't have the height to play down low and dominate the key. Sawyer, basketball in hand, took a couple of dribbles backwards, did the best jump shot he could do at such a young age and said "I'll be a point guard". Pretty sure Tom had no doubt that would happen and when it did that Sawyer would bring his "A" game.
Although difficult, I wouldn't trade any of these memories for another.
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