Blisteringly Ballistic

Swish!

What could be more delightful than a bone-chillingly dreary day?

Why, experiencing the joy of nature on such a lovely day, of course!

Or perhaps more specifically…

Playing basketball outside in freezing temperatures!

With a child whose blatant disregard for my well-being has not gone unnoticed by yours truly.

Did I mention it was astonishingly windy, too?

When there’s finally the teeniest ray of sun poking through the foreboding clouds right before the sun sets, it’s obviously time to wander outside into the frigid air.

Nevermind the fact that it’s chilly enough to guarantee Frosty the Snowman at least one more day of puddle-free existence.

Oh, and thank you, Daylight Savings Time.

Thank you so much.

Your highly anticipated return has provided this wonderful extra hour of daylight.

Which wouldn’t normally be such a bad thing…

Except after a long day, when I’d like nothing more than to convince the kids that the dark sky means it’s clearly time for bed.

Somebody, please tell me why it’s so difficult to force a child to go outside and play on a gorgeous sunny day?

Wouldn’t that be far less painful for everyone?

I guess this must beat shower time.

That’s got to be it.

So there we were.

You wanna go?

You wanna piece of me?

Come at me!

Where you at?

Chop, chop!

Come on!

Show me what you got!

I’ve got frostbite.

That’s what I’ve got.

Wanna see that?

My child seems genuinely intrigued.

So I stuck my hand up his shirt.

My freezing cold, bluish-purple hands.

Ah, warmth!

Gotta keep swimming, swimming…

Or maybe it’s running, running…

Or dribbling, dribbling…

Let me tell ya, cold is a very powerful motivator.

I shot far more hoops than usual that day.

The magic modus operandi?

Bouncing and hopping around like a maniac in a desperate attempt to generate my own heat before succumbing to imminent hypothermia.

Which, evidently, is not a concern for crazy children.

Their sheer insanity keeps them sufficiently warm.

Between hook shots and free throws…

Along with no shortage of illegal elbows, tickles, and fouls…

It was a surprisingly invigorating outing.

Nothing but net.

And frostbite.

Swoosh!

~Happy St. Patrick’s Day, friends! Hope you’re all enjoying a day filled with fun and shenanigans. And corned beef and Guinness, if you’re into that sort of thing. Have a fantastic weekend!~

Nothin' but net! Well, somewhere under those icicles...

Nothin’ but net! Well, somewhere under those icicles…

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28 thoughts on “Blisteringly Ballistic

  1. I remember shooting at many frozen nets in my time. My mother tried to keep me inside but that wasn’t gonna happen. She wasn’t inclined to leave the warmth of the house to join me…but she did ensure making shots would be more difficult by wrapping me in multiple layers of clothing. She probably figured if she made making baskets challenging I’d come to my senses quicker…and would be as warm as possible while drawing that conclusion. Daylight Savings Time is indeed one of the most evil and stupid things ever created. Hate it!

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  2. Are you sure your kids don’t live on my street? 8 PM seems to be their favorite time to play basketball in the street…. even on days when it’s about 20 degrees like it was last week. I have to listen to BOUNCE, BOUNCE, BOUNCE while I’m trying to relax!

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  3. Love it. Why DON’T kids get cold? My dogs are the same, insisting on a walk even if it’s ten degrees outside with 50 mph winds that blow their ears inside out. Hope your hands have warmed up, Quirky! 🙂

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  4. No kidding! I am SO impressed that you went out and played with your kids as there were icicles on the basket net. Too funny – really great post. Could use the laugh about now. 🙂
    I’m in a class this weekend for coaching! Please send your light and happy vibes my way (thank you).
    Hope you have a really good weekend. Blessings to you and your kids too — Debbie

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