What. Theheck.

I love watching Jack play football but a tiny sort of small part of me was looking forward to the end of practices 3 days a week and weekend games.  I was counting down the days until nothing.  No practice.  No games in the rain.  Nothing.   Nothing until baseball in February.  And don't get me started on why we start baseball in February in the mid-west where winter lasts through April.  Anyway.  Just as I was enjoying what should have been the beginning of a sports hiatus Jack announces that he is playing basketball.  Uhhhhh, what? He likes to smash the ball with a bat.  He likes to smash other children on the football field.  Is he aware that basketball allows for no smashing of any kind?  So now the 3 month hiatus turned out to be nothing more than a 1 week break.  A break during which he made me drive him to the weight room at school at 6:30 a.m. 3 days a week.  What.  Theheck.  Would a little less self motivation really kill anyone?  I think not.  So now I guess I have to learn the rules of basketball.  Goodbye football...see you next August.