Not much to report here, except I was feeling pretty good this weekend after Matthew's basketball team finished first and won their league tournament. Here are the kids in all their glory after getting their trophies (your friend Joe is the coach in the back of the photo doing his best to look like a lumberjack).
Long story short: one of the players complimented my three-day stubble at a practice early in the season, and of course I told him "maybe if you guys go on a winning streak, I won't shave until you lose."
Open mouth, insert foot, and put razor into storage for a couple of months.
They lost one game in mid-January and never looked back. And it's good thing they didn't, because all they would see is a balding, forty-something basketball coach with Civil War-era facial hair screaming at them to keep their hands up on defense.
All kidding aside, it was a blast and it's a period of time I'll always cherish having shared with my son. I can't think of anything else to say right now, but just wanted to share the good news. Hope to talk to you soon.
