What It Was, Was Basketball (standard:humor, 909 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Nov 16 2014	Views/Reads: 2331/1603	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
When we step out of the world of competition and quiet ourselves a bit, we begin to appreciate the reality, especially the reality in Jesus Christ.

Towards the end of last week, the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage
presented me with a rather fascinating proposition. My attitude in life 
has always been, when she speaks I will at least listen. 

I want you to know I am not easily propositioned. I am very suspicious
of anything that has the appearance of being good for me. I do not 
believe everything I hear or see. I guess I am just a skeptic. 

A telemarketer recently called with the news that the government had
randomly chosen my name to receive $8400. If this was the government 
calling me, it would not be to give me $8400 but to solicit $8400 in 
taxes. 

Like my father used to say, “Son, there ain't no free lunches.” He was
right. 

So when my wife propositioned me, I was rather skeptical. 

“How would you like to go with us to the kid's basketball game on Friday
night?” 

So, I thought to myself, where is the catch? Somewhere along the line in
this proposition is a catch. Now, where was it? 

As it turned out, there was no catch and I did not even have to drive to
the game. To make the proposition even more appealing, my granddaughter 
was to play in this basketball game. So, with a great deal of 
enthusiasm I accepted this passionate proposition and prepared myself 
for a wonderful evening. 

I have not been to a basketball game since the Harlem Globetrotters
played in the Hershey arena in Hershey Pennsylvania. My favorite player 
was Meadowlark Lemon. 

I was off to the little kid's basketball game anticipating an enjoyable
evening. 

We finally got to the right place where my granddaughter and her
teammates were playing basketball. 

I am not complaining, but it has been a long time since I sat in
bleachers. I had forgotten how narrow they really are when you set on 
them. I am not sure who invented bleachers like this, but I am positive 
they never sat on one during a game. I could only get half of my 
posterior on the bleacher at any one time. The trick of the game for 
the evening was appropriately rotating my posterior. 

Getting settled, I noticed some activity out on the floor. First off,
one little girl was refusing to play. Come to find out she did not like 
the team, she was on, particularly the shirts they were wearing, and 
wanted to play on the other team because she liked their shirt better. 

After 20 minutes of negotiating the little girl won and was put on the
other team. 

I turned to my wife and ask, “When will the game began?” I thought it a
rather innocent question. 

She looked at me, laughed and said, “Silly boy, it started 20 minutes
ago.” 

“Who is winning and what is the score?” 

I was informed that in these games, they do not keep score and nobody
wins. I thought I would not resume anymore questioning on this subject. 
I just went back to rotating my posterior and trying to watch the game. 


I noticed one little girl (why do little girls do this?) was dancing all
by herself ignoring the rest of her teammates. I do not know what 
basketball has to do with dancing, but she was enjoying herself and I 
was enjoying watching her enjoy herself. 

I noticed all of the shirts on each team had the same number. The only
difference between the two teams was one side wore blue on the other 


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