The first home basketball game of the season was this week and guess who was on the court?
My #25.
Yes, he was. 5.5 months after surgery. No brace. No tape.
Just my boy and a naked knee.
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He played. I covered my eyes. He jumped. I yelped.
I'm not entirely sure, but at one point I may or may not have yelled 'don't hurt him!' to some guys on the opposing team.
I've since been told that that's just not cool.
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I can't help it. I'm a mom.
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