My awesome baby girl plays on our ward's basketball team. In past years they've gone to regions. This year, however, it is no longer called "regions". It's "stake on stake play" or some such drivel. It still means they were the best team in our stake and get to play against the best from other stakes now. I've only been to a couple of her games this season because of work and they have been played at our ward chapel. I managed to creep in and creep out without attracting too much attention. Though after one game I noticed that my jacket was gaping and showing my tank top and bra strap. I'm sure that fueled the gossip fires for a while. Too bad I didn't think to bring a flask and pull it out of my black, lacy bra for a sip or two. That would have created a bonfire for MONTHS!
I sat in the "fan seating' and tried to watch the game as a herd of small children ran around bouncing balls and generally being loud and obnoxious. At one point I moved my chair to avoid being bounced on. I should have just grabbed the damn ball and sat on it. Our team beat them soundly, even as outnumbered as we were. The other team really wasn't that good, but they went down fighting. And love and friendship was felt all around, as our girls nursed the scratched faces and bruises shared by the other team. I'm not sure I can gird my loins up far enough to go to another game unless I find me a bra flask.