A jock's weekend

It was a sports oriented weekend for the Lee’s. Saturday started with Karsyn’s third basketball game of the season. It was also the first win of the year after three tries. The girls looked great, pounding the ball inside for a 22-4 victory. The score would have been much worse, but I told our two best players they had to pass the ball rather than shoot.

Even after that, we still scored at will. It was nice to get over the victory hump, but it was also important for the kids to learn how to win with some class. They did what they were told, so we got to work on spreading the ball around the floor and running an offense. It was very cool.

Super Bowl Sunday began with a trip to the ice rink. Sonya took the kids last Monday and Ryan was immediately hooked. He loves hockey already, and the roller blades he received for Christmas are probably his favorite possession.

I wasn’t expecting much. How much could a 2-year-old kid do with two metal blades strapped to his feet. To my surprise, he could move pretty good on skates. He puttered around the rink at a constant 2 mph, with a movement that looks a lot like he’s running in place.

The one annoying thing that has come with this new passion, is a love to dive on the ice. He’ll skate for about 1 feet, then intentionally skid across the ice. I tried telling him that diving in hockey is a penalty (it actually is), but that didn’t sway him. We know he can skate, because we challenged him to a time-trial from one end of the rink to the other. He can make it dive free if he chooses.

He wore his favorite Sharks jersey to the rink, so it dawned on me as we were leaving that if he kept up his pension for head first swan dives across the ice, he was going to ruin his jersey. I told him this as I was strapping him into his car seat for the ride home, so I’m not exactly sure if it hit home or not.

I guess we’ll see the next time we hit the ice. Karsyn is getting the figure skating bug. She spent the better part of the skating session in the middle of the rink with all the other figure skaters (these people are the devil to anyone who plays hockey…toe-picks leave craters in the ice).

Sonya tried to show me her “one figure skating move”, which ended in a nice case of whiplash and my wife’s butt planted on the ice. I pointed out that she had “no figure skating moves” at this point, to which I received a nod.

Oh, and the rest of the afternoon was spent parked in front of the tube, watching the Super Bowl. I said it was a sports oriented weekend, not a completely active one!

Here's a video of me teaching Ry some hockey fundamentals...