Drake the bruiser

Drake had his last game of the Jr. Jazz season two Saturdays ago. And I am so proud of him! If you could have seen him the first and last game, you'd think he was a totally different kid. He went from jumping around, aloof on the court, to stealing balls, making shots, and, yes, making fouls! I was delighted to overhear the parents of the other team (who they pulverized) complaining that our team was way too aggressive, shouldn't steal the ball away so much, and "that number 24 is a bruiser. They should take him out of the game!" Honestly, he's not that bad. . . maybe I'm desensitized from watching Jason for so many years . . . but I was so proud of him.

Drake is the tallest on his team (weird for our family), so they always put him on the biggest opposing guy. After a half of playing against Drake, their big guy (considerably bigger than Drake) had had enough. Before each quarter, they line up opposite of who they're guarding, and that poor guy kept moving down the line to get away from Drake, and Drake kept following him. It was pretty funny. P.S. This shot totally went in!