If you have never experienced small town basketball, you should. It’s like no other. It’s a community event and gathering.
Tonight’s kick off of the season was 30 miles away in the gym my mother-in-law grew up in and where Nathan played against his cousins…back in the 80’s and 90’s. His cousin Kevin is now the head coach for the opposing and home team tonight.
Our teenager, Hunter was relaxed and played well in the JV game. He’s just an 8th grader and was a nervous boy tonight for his first night of high school basketball.
When he got in for his first time ever into the varsity game, our neighbor and friend Danny was by his side with the other teammates. His nerves showed but he got through it and made a basket at the end of the 3rd quarter.
Going into the 4th quarter, our Mustangs were down by one point to the home team Rebels. But the Rebels went on a run and we struggled. We lost.
Baby Ally is our kids’ second cousin. She and her brothers are the kids only cousins we have nearby and our good friends. Despite our disappointment in the loss, Baby Ally was happy her daddy’s team won.
My in-laws visited after the game with Uncle Dale and their cousin.
My dad found a friend too. It’s the beauty of small town basketball. Even though we lost, we stood around with the opposing team’s coach and fans to visit.