This late Thanksgiving coupled with the kids' insane sports schedule has made me realize this morning that there's only 14 shopping days till Christmas.
We have no clue what we're doing for anything.
It might have to do something with (a) my wife snagging a charity hockey sweater via auction that amounts to our usual his/her budget, (b) new sets of furniture for the living room and TV room, (c) new flooring for the entire first floor of the house.... getting installed the entire week before Christmas.
My weekend had a short amount of time where I entered two more entries for the Lost Dispatches (it's finished well into March), installed some much needed lighting in the Kriget Rum, and applied second coats on a lot of the minis I got started before the last update (Oh, the brightness...).
Most of the weekend was dedicated to professional hockey (1 family outing), followed by grade school community basketball. Yes, they're Dad-gushing stories, but they're better than most gaming write-ups.
Millie had one game in her 2nd Grade league. She's the only girl on her team, and most teams only have one or two girls, go a big chip on her shoulder is required. Although league rules stipulate score is not kept (heresy!) we figured it was a tight game in the low 20's for each team.
Millie's line is pretty impressive, given the previous info: 6 points, 10 rebounds, and 1 big steal, but my proudest moment wasn't listed on my unofficial scorecard.
Somehow she got the ball by the basket and was immediately swarmed by the five boys on the other team. Instead of getting stripped of the ball, or ending up with a dead ball call (jump ball), she thrashed back and forth in such a violent way that she managed to make one step and and clean pass to a teammate. Sure, the other kid missed the shot, but everyone in attendance showed some appreciation for the effort.
Compared to Maja's runner-up team last year, her current 3rd/4th grade girls team was a complete dumpster fire last week. Regardless she was pumped to play at 5pm Saturday, until she got the call to fill in for team short on players. Good news: She would be playing with two of her friends from last year. Bad news: they played a double header 3pm/4pm, right before her usual game.
In the end, she cruised in her first two game 42-17 and 20-9, Maja doing exactly what was needed.
The best part of her story lay in the final few minutes of that first blow-out. The coach had figured out that all girls had made a basketball save for a tiny little 3rd grader named Molly. With the game well in hand, it became the team's mission to get Molly the ball to score, by any means necessary. The other team was not too keen on that idea and the last three minutes was some of the most vicious early season play I've seen at any level.
Finally, with five seconds left, the ball eeks into the paint where Maja grabbed it and had an easy uncontested shot. Instead, she hit a perfect bounce pass over to Molly who made the shot just as time expired. Kids screamed, parents cheered, and two mothers may have been crying. Molly's.... and my wife.
So, no matter how little I'm getting done with my hobby, my home and family life are pretty awesome.
Plus, we had a dwarf sit behind us at hockey, wearing the following sweater:
It might have to do something with (a) my wife snagging a charity hockey sweater via auction that amounts to our usual his/her budget, (b) new sets of furniture for the living room and TV room, (c) new flooring for the entire first floor of the house.... getting installed the entire week before Christmas.
My weekend had a short amount of time where I entered two more entries for the Lost Dispatches (it's finished well into March), installed some much needed lighting in the Kriget Rum, and applied second coats on a lot of the minis I got started before the last update (Oh, the brightness...).
Most of the weekend was dedicated to professional hockey (1 family outing), followed by grade school community basketball. Yes, they're Dad-gushing stories, but they're better than most gaming write-ups.
Millie had one game in her 2nd Grade league. She's the only girl on her team, and most teams only have one or two girls, go a big chip on her shoulder is required. Although league rules stipulate score is not kept (heresy!) we figured it was a tight game in the low 20's for each team.
Millie's line is pretty impressive, given the previous info: 6 points, 10 rebounds, and 1 big steal, but my proudest moment wasn't listed on my unofficial scorecard.
Somehow she got the ball by the basket and was immediately swarmed by the five boys on the other team. Instead of getting stripped of the ball, or ending up with a dead ball call (jump ball), she thrashed back and forth in such a violent way that she managed to make one step and and clean pass to a teammate. Sure, the other kid missed the shot, but everyone in attendance showed some appreciation for the effort.
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In the end, she cruised in her first two game 42-17 and 20-9, Maja doing exactly what was needed.
The best part of her story lay in the final few minutes of that first blow-out. The coach had figured out that all girls had made a basketball save for a tiny little 3rd grader named Molly. With the game well in hand, it became the team's mission to get Molly the ball to score, by any means necessary. The other team was not too keen on that idea and the last three minutes was some of the most vicious early season play I've seen at any level.
Finally, with five seconds left, the ball eeks into the paint where Maja grabbed it and had an easy uncontested shot. Instead, she hit a perfect bounce pass over to Molly who made the shot just as time expired. Kids screamed, parents cheered, and two mothers may have been crying. Molly's.... and my wife.
So, no matter how little I'm getting done with my hobby, my home and family life are pretty awesome.
Plus, we had a dwarf sit behind us at hockey, wearing the following sweater:
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