My kid finished school last week and we got his grade card, and...
Another less than stellar performance turned in by Ryno. At least he’s consistent. If only he would learn to pay attention and hand shit in.
Oh well, I can delight in the fact that I have a son who next school year, will be the smartest “barely C” sophomore student in his school.
On the upside, in addition to being a bright, sensitive, and uber funny 15 year old, the boy will in all likelihood be playing on the varsity basketball team this coming year.
Even though only a sophomore this fall, he may start at shooting guard or small forward. He’s already working at it.
Hell, the basketballers including Ryno, already have practice and/or weightlifting three times a week. He loves it.
I mentioned that this past weekend he had a basketball camp. Over the weekend his school played seven games against various teams from around the state.
In seven games playing with the varsity team against other varsity teams, he scored 66 points for an average of 9.4 points a game. But, here’s the amazing thing…
His 66 points? They were a result of 22, 3-point shots. Damn right.
His coach, when seeing that Ryno was open or even somewhat open, would yell, “Pop it, Mahoney.”
And pop it he did. The boy can shoot. And his defense? Bobby Knight would consider him gold. Or as Ryno says:
“I am The Glove. Oh sure Dad, some say Gary Payton was The Glove when he played, but I make Gary Payton look like The Mitten.”
Oy…If only his grade point average was as big as his ego. And you know what perplexes me?
I still don’t know where the hell he got that big ego trait?
If ever there was a person who is without ego, it is me. Man, the acorn fell far from the tree on that one. Right?
Have a wonderful day all. I have a another hot, sweaty 10-9 shift at the Beer Mine today, but it’s all good.
There may be some outstandingly huge and sweaty cleavage coming through. I’d like seeing that…
But not nearly as much as seeing Ryno get all A’s and B’s this coming school year.