The Close of a Season

Evan's first basketball season has ended. He is still in love with the game, and I can't believe how much better he has gotten. The kid can dribble! He can't run and dribble, but he can walk and dribble! You have to start somewhere!

In case you are wondering, the only thing more amusing than watching a bunch of three and four year olds scrimmage is watching a bunch of three and four year olds receive medals one at a time. Poor Coach Lyons was just trying to get them to walk up, turn around, receive their medal, and take a picture. Evan was not looking away from that medal--no way no how:

He also decided he like the spotlight once he had it:

I was beginning to think I was going to have to go get him.

My favorite part of every practice was the huddle at the end:

How many coaches have to start their huddle with, "No pushing, and no one lick your hand or pick your nose on the way in"?

Evan was a little bit proud of his medal:

And I'm more than a little bit proud of him.