I Throw My Clipboard When I Get Mad

Well seeing how this blog is supposed to be about my "Adventures" and all I've been doing is filling out a weekly survey, I figured it's time for some updating.  Although, I wouldn't quite say I've been adventurous.  Last week I worked at Hoop Camp.  It is probably my favorite part of the summer.  It's like a little Hoop Camp family is formed each year. It was about 90 degrees everyday, humid, and at 7:30 in the morning I (for some reason) volunteered myself to teach 90 campers different ball handling drills.  I'm not a morning person, nor am I a good ball handler.  I was anxious to see how heat, humidity, lack of sleep and pregnancy would mix.  To my surprise, I was just as bitchy and hormonal and happy as normal.

I think the real adventure of Hoop Camp belongs to my team.  Basically when we get a team it's luck of the draw.  I probably started with what would be deemed the worst team at camp.  After the first day I was practically in tears.  My Dad validated this by saying, "Sara, you're team sucks."  They played lazy, I was throwing clipboards on the court out of anger... it wasn't pretty. However, throughout the week we made a huge turn around... I like to think it's all thanks to my coaching, but I know that part of it was that my two worst players went home sick.  Even though that left me with 7 girls, I could create a very strong rotation. To everyone's surprise we made it to the semifinals.  We were playing the #1 team at camp.  With 10 seconds left it was a tie game.  The opposing team had the camp MVP and of course with about 5 seconds left she hits a floater to give them the lead... If I had won that game I would have been playing my Dad's team in the championship.  Morris vs Morris.  Dad ended up winning the whole thing....... ugh, whatever.  I'm still bitter about last year when I was in the championship game, had the camp MVP on my team, and lost because some girl who can't hit the broad side of a barn banked in a buzzer beater.  I have no luck at this camp.