Yesterday was an important day.
The big ninth grade star of the basketball team, my brother, faced off in his first ever non junior jazz tournament game against a six foot eight center. The opponent may have been taller, but definitely not better than my brother with with his sweet pump fake and reverse cross over moves.
I'm always impressed with the moves.
Man - where does he get those from? Why me, of course. (Right Willie?)
After a tough game with traditionally poor oficiating and guards who forgot they were on a team, we lost by 13 - the amount of free throws the guards missed.
My brother though? He played his heart out and was definitely the best athlete and team player on the court.
He didn't get the ball much, but when he did, he made things happen.
And, perhaps most important in my book, that brother of mine went eight for eight from the line.
He shot 100% under pressure. With an obnoxiouus crowd of junior high twerps and grumpy parents screaming at him.
He was cool, calm, and collected on the line.
Total awesome-ness.
We're proud of you Uncle Willie!
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