A Labor-Inducing Game

I think I figured out what may eventually put me into labor...basketball. Yes, I said basketball. No, I am not a sports fan in general, but when it comes to watching my little brother play, I feel like one of those fans who paints their faces or dyes their hair the color of their favorite team. You see, because of the large difference in age, Chad has always been more like a son than a little brother to my sisters and me (although he fulfills that little brother role quite well, with all of the pranks he likes to play on his big sisters!). 

Chad had his first basketball game of the season last night, and it was a nail-biter.  It came down to the last minute and we were trailing by just a couple of points.  I could hardly handle the pressure.  I was so nervous. The refs kept making all of these calls, none of which I understood.  But I'm happy to report that we won!  Go Cougars!

At the end of the game, I leaned over to my mom and said, "This is what will bring this little baby into the world...basketball!"