LDS Basketball (you'd think we'd be more sensible...)

Here's the story; last Saturday, March 21, our stake held a basketball tournament at the stake center. Now, 3rd ward (OUR ward) thought that it was only the adult men who were playing, so the only people who came from our ward were Brothers Davis, Betenhausen, Tennyson, Krevath, and T, along with my dad and two younger guys who Brother T brought. Now, I went too, but only to watch; none of us had known that the youth were playing also. So, I was put on some miscellaneous (don't think I spelled that right) ward's team, and frankly; I sucked. Bad. Terrible. My father hid his face in shame the first five minutes of my first game when I crashed into one of my teammates, and when we had half-time, my father finally, finally; taught me how to play basketball. And after that, I beasted like crazy. I played center, but I also had to get to the other side of the court for the rebounds; had there been awards, I would have been given Best Hustle. According to my father, I played seventeen minutes straight in the second half (for we played in twenty minute halves) of the first game I played, and even more than that in our second game, since I played more in both. Somehow, I just kept going; nonetheless, I was always tired. I was rarely switched out of the game because the only other player on our team, a shortish guy called Matt, had an incessant need to double dribble, so yeah; even when I was switched out, I was usually back in two minutes later. But my dad's games were way better. Mostly because they could play waaay better, but mostly because of the yelling at the refs to my dad shouting, "Number 4 can't dribble! Get the ball!" and when the guy designated as Number 4 dribbled the ball out of bounds because Brother Betenhausen stood two feet in front of him, and that's all he did. Now, that was funny. But yeah, I'm still sore, and I hope it won't last for that long, cause we're playing basketball on Wednesday, and I really want to try out my new skizzles. Now, I usually wouldn't, well, "dote" upon myself and boast my own abilities, but nobody else will, and it was really cool. A'ight; peace out, me homes!