Team Gray!

So our sweet little unborn baby is playing coy… having us wait while she sends signals that say, “I coming! Um… real soon!” Well, we can’t wait to see you sweetie.

Angie says she doesn’t feel like she’s in labor anymore. But she looks like it: walking very slowly, involuntary moans, bad mood, interesting eating habits… everything has changed.

She’s seeing the midwife today to find out what’s going on. We’ll keep you posted.

Imagine… your wife (or you, if you are a wife) in and out of the bathroom, complaining of cramps, baby kicking, pushing… and … other stuff too gross to mention.

Looks like this might be it. But it’s seven days early, so we’ll keep you posted.

So the State Championship game was yesterday. I had missed the tournament, but thought I should get myself to the championships, baby or no.

The baby decided to stay put, and I’m sure she heard a lot of cheering. I was in good voice for the first time in months, and we cheered our team on.

We were out of our league. We had no idea where this other team came from, with its pair of 6 foot tall twins, and other very tall, aggressive girls. They ran the score up in the first quarter with a couple of steals and fast breaks. They definitely had no problems with lay-ups either.

Our team, on the other hand, had a strong first quarter and it went downhill from there. We had our usual difficult time getting inside, and very few of our outside shots made it in. We didn’t score after the first half.

I’ll spare Yanni the embarrassment of the final score here. Suffice to say, we lost. But then it was the State Championships, so everyone on the team brought home an individual trophy, and the coach got this for his trouble.

It was only slightly smaller than the championship one.