We’re probably going to attend more Cyclone basketball games. The girls had fun and more importantly, they were really pretty damn good.
Aside from Bails trying to get out the door wearing these.
Orange shoes? C’mon Dad, what’s the big deal?
This. This is the big deal.
And if you discount the fact getting her to sit relatively still was about as successful as trying to contain a greased octopus. But all of that happened with about 5 mintues left.
Anyway, I don’t think any of the girls had more fun than Kinsey. Maybe Bailey and Riley when Kinz and I brought them cardinal and gold snow cones. No ice cream because the line looked like a bunch of Canadians waiting for health care.
We’re about midway through the first half and Kinz leans over to Mom, “Mom we’re doing awesome! They are really trying hard!”
First, this is awesome because she referred the Cyclones as “we” and second she was paying attention. On her own. And she was enjoying the game. Not watching the cheerleaders, not watching the mascot, but the game. I guess I was right when I said the NCAA tournament is good for babies…
Then a few minutes into the second half I ask her, “Hey Kinz, how do you think we’re doing?”
She replies, “Dad, it’s 50-28, I think we’re doing pretty good.”
Plus we were six rows off the floor behind one of the baskets. Great seats. Mom and the girls even got on the big video board a few times. More basketball games for us.