The Fighting Kangaroos
Another weekend looms. Little MJ has a basketball game at noon, and David is playing indoor soccer tonight at five. I can't be at the soccer game (boo hoo!) because I'm singing at a wedding tonight. I'm kinda excited about it, I haven't sung a wedding in years and years. We're doing an Ave Maria chant which is very nice. I hope we can pull it off.
Paul is taking the kids to a Roos college basketball game tonight. Our alma mater has a team called the Kangaroos. And if you think that's funny, you're right. The team logo is a little kangaroo with boxing gloves, and the team is known as the "Fighting Kangaroos." Unfortunately, the Fighting Kangaroos are about as tough as they sound, but we love them anyway.
If you're a Special Alumni Member, (i.e., you are willing to pay the bucks), you get to have dinner in The Pouch before the game. That ratchets up the fun quite a bit. Especially since they have an open bar in The Pouch.
Earlier this week, our kids (being The Children of Special Alumni Members) got the fun privilege of being sweat moppers. That's kinda like being a ball boy/girl at a baseball game, except you get to mop up the sweat on the court instead. I wasn't there, but Paul said the kids got stage fright and were reluctant to mop up the sweat. So the referees ended up being the sweat moppers while my kids shirked their duty. I don't know if we'll get another chance for our progeny to be sweat moppers. One can only hope.
Paul is taking the kids to a Roos college basketball game tonight. Our alma mater has a team called the Kangaroos. And if you think that's funny, you're right. The team logo is a little kangaroo with boxing gloves, and the team is known as the "Fighting Kangaroos." Unfortunately, the Fighting Kangaroos are about as tough as they sound, but we love them anyway.
If you're a Special Alumni Member, (i.e., you are willing to pay the bucks), you get to have dinner in The Pouch before the game. That ratchets up the fun quite a bit. Especially since they have an open bar in The Pouch.
Earlier this week, our kids (being The Children of Special Alumni Members) got the fun privilege of being sweat moppers. That's kinda like being a ball boy/girl at a baseball game, except you get to mop up the sweat on the court instead. I wasn't there, but Paul said the kids got stage fright and were reluctant to mop up the sweat. So the referees ended up being the sweat moppers while my kids shirked their duty. I don't know if we'll get another chance for our progeny to be sweat moppers. One can only hope.
posted by Juanita at
7:01 AM
4 Comments:
I can't believe
a) sweat mopping is considered to be some kind of honor,
b) that your kids refused to do it.
i hate to get narky but its not indoor soccer, its indoor football!
sorry,but that word irks me!
Cookie! If we call soccer "football" then what do we call that silly game those big guys play every autumn?
cricket?
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