Tonight some in the neighborhood gathered at the church for an activity. Hot Shots. It's kind of a tradition and everyone seems to have a good time participating. We had two of the kids there and so was I with my camera.
The point is to have a child and their parents shoot a basketball, the kids shoot from several predetermined spots on the court. They have one minute to shoot and the parents rebound the ball. After a minute is up, it's the parent's turn to shoot (they only get 20 seconds...). Points are added up and after a couple of rounds, winners are announced.
My son went first and he did a great job, considering he possesses my lack of a genetic basketball advantage. We had a basketball hoop set up at our house but the city made us take it down. They hardly ever practice shooting a basketball.
Next came my daughter and I didn't get any shots of her shooting because I was rebounding (and then shooting...). We ended up having a really good time.
One neighbor asked me if he was going to make today's blog post. "You never know," I said...