AKA: Basketball

The most amazing thing happens at the gym every time I am there...
The entire gym is filled with people shooting a big orange ball through a metal hoop hanging from very high in the sky.  I, of course, want to be a part of this exciting activity.

Today, I decided would be the day to interject myself into the fun.  And after easily breaking free from the limp hand hold my Mom had on me, I made a B-Line for the court.
I then loudly announced to the team of annoyed looking players, "I PLAY FAT-BALL!"
The game then came to a screaching pause in play for two reasons;

1 - I just took a header from the ball that was on it's way back to earth,
and
2 - The were having a hard time translating what I had said.  So I repeated...

"DAT MY FAT-BALL, I HAD IT FIRST!"
Annoyed Man: "Where's your Mother?"
Mom (trailing behind slightly): "Sorry. So Sorry."
Me: "YOU HAVE FAT-BALLS!"
Annoyed Man: "What?!?"
Mom: "Sorry, he just really likes Basketball & thinks he is 6-foot-6." (Attempt at a smile)
Me: "GIVE. ME. DA. FAT. BALL!"
Mom (picking me up & turning to leave): "He meant 'basketball'. Sorry. Have a Happy New Year."
Annoyed Man: "Get control of your kid."
Me: "FAT-BALL!"

My Mom thought that was enough said.
I on the other hand had more to say to that rude guy & between you & me...I think I could have taken him down.

Happy New Year?

My Mom looked up the definition of "New Years Resolution" & here's what she found...

4: a formal expression of opinion, will, or intent voted by an official body or assembled group

Since she made the following New Years Resolution FOR ME..."To strive to be a kind, thoughtful, polite, well-behaved boy (so Mommy doesn't resort to drinking)."
I thought I would oblige and put it to a "vote by an official body or assembled group"...YOU, my loyal B-Blog readers.
Please take the poll on the B-Blog page and help me out of this terrible predicament.

A BOY'S GOT TO BE A BOY & that usually has very little to do with being kind, thoughtful, polite, or well-behaved...at least in my world!