J's parents and sister pulled into town for a rolicking sports-filled Saturday. We first went to M's flag football season opener, which his team won handily, 30-something to 6. M caught a pass and scored an extra point during the game, and played quarterback, center, and defense. His extra point came on the second play of the game. On the first play, one of M's teammates blocked a pass the other team was attempting, and took a few steps into the end zone for a touchdown. It was fun game, which I think was closer than the final score showed.
After that, we all went over to Chrisler Arena to watch John Belein outcoach Tom Izzo for state bragging rights. Michigan led the entire game, and for a few minutes it looked like MSU might catch up, but it didn't happen. This hasn't been a great year for MSU basketball, but you never know what will happen when UM and MSU play, so I was hoping for a better outcome. It was a great game, though, with plenty of terrific plays, shooting, ball-stealing, and an abundance of fouling. We were reminded repeatedly of the referee's sign for tripping.
During one of the many time outs, J and I tried to determine the primary difference between the cheerleaders and the dance team. J pointed out that the dance team wore slippers instead of the tennis shoes on the cheerleaders. I pointed out that a few of the dancers looked a little chunkier than the cheerleaders. Also, some cheerleaders are male. But other than that, they appeared to do about the same things. (Just kidding, there aren't any chunky dancers.)
The crowd was very pleasant. The MSU fans behind us were pretty vocal (but reasonably so) and I let them do the loud talking for me (For example, "Come on, you have to make that basket!" and "Foul! Hey, ref! Foul!" and "Is Tom Izzo really allowed to stand that far onto the court during play?")
After the game, the out-of-towners stopped by for a yummy mexican meal before heading home in the snow.
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It amazed me how good the picture is if you enlarge it to full screen.
Dad
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