My nephew Bryce (#27) kindly brought his basketball team to play in a tournament 15 minutes from my house. It was so fun to watch their games. I asked his brothers if Bryce preferred to be called Mr. Bryce or Brycie by enthusiastic sideline supporters. Strangely, he prefers neither.
The brothers were excited that the basketball tournament coincided with my work party, which happened to be a Real game. Tons of free food beforehand (pulled pork! churros! soda!) and pretty great seats for the game. I was disappointed Dahlia and Mickey couldn't make it this year - but Tyler, Bryce, Tanner and Grandpa were welcome substitutes. We're already scheming to do it again next year.
Here's a question though. After a busy weekend and a late night Saturday game, all I wanted to do on Sunday was hang out in my living room.
How come these guys, who had an equally busy (although not nearly as cool) weekend, still wanted to do THIS?
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