Bradley and I at Halftime.
Bradley and I cheering on BYU! This is what I get when I ask him to take a "normal" picture with me haha.
Tommy and his friend Josh.
As Bradley would put it, I got to play basketball with "the big boys" tonight. Despite the fact that I was the biggest person there besides Bradley, I still managed to slightly injure myself. I decided that I am a walking magnet for odd injuries. First my floating rib, then my retardo back, and now I get a chunk of my face taken off. What's next? I don't even want to list an idea because with my luck, it would come true. Luckily I'm pretty tough (right mom?) so I can handle this sort of stuff haha. As if I don't get beat up in practice enough everyday with girls who have got 20+ pounds on me digging their elbows into my already feeble ribcage. mmm what the life I lead! :)
What a nice chunk of eye just gone right there! Fabulous. You should have seen the other guy though. It was a sad story. I was breakin his ankles all night! And for those of you not too familiar with athletic jargon, try as they might (cough, Erin, cough), I do love you, and will explain! As urban dictionary defines, breaking ankles is defined as this:
...making such a good offensive move that the defender falls and breaks an ankle
Coach: "Let's break ankles in the game tonight!"
:) Those boys don't know what hit em!