I pulled out the basketball hoop earlier this summer, but it has largely gone unused. As we are about to enter into the month of October, it's about time for me to store it again under the carport. With that in mind, and considering that it was a nice day, I asked Rowen if he wanted to shoot some hoops with me once we got home from school. He agreed, and we proceeded to drive the dogs insane as they watched from their area while we threw the basketball around.
In short, we were both terrible, but I was somehow significantly worse. We played a game of around-the-world, and Rowen beat me soundly by four shots. It was the side shots that caught me in particular as I apparently have no depth perception and either severely overshot or horribly undershot time and time again. I was doing so poorly that Rowen started applauding every time I managed to make a basket. What's worse is that he wasn't doing it ironically or sarcastically; he was legitimately pleased each time I finally scored.
Still, the two of us had fun, and I don't feel nearly as bad (in fact, I almost feel a sense of retribution) about putting the hoop away for the winter.
In short, we were both terrible, but I was somehow significantly worse. We played a game of around-the-world, and Rowen beat me soundly by four shots. It was the side shots that caught me in particular as I apparently have no depth perception and either severely overshot or horribly undershot time and time again. I was doing so poorly that Rowen started applauding every time I managed to make a basket. What's worse is that he wasn't doing it ironically or sarcastically; he was legitimately pleased each time I finally scored.
Still, the two of us had fun, and I don't feel nearly as bad (in fact, I almost feel a sense of retribution) about putting the hoop away for the winter.
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