Let me give you the good news first about the Basketball Challenge game we played Sunday evening between my youth pastor and me. We raised lots of money for missions and the youth programs, and I didn't break anything that I am aware of at this point. I will double check bones, sore muscles, and
limbs later on Monday to make sure everything is OK.
The bad news is that I am not longer the champion over all of our youth pastors. Eric beat me.
69 to 64
Now, does anyone know where I can find a smarter youth pastor who isn't so good at basketball?
This guy is from Kentucky where baby boys are born with a basketball in each hand. They can dunk by the age of 6, and have won several championship before they get through high school.
I didn't stand a chance.
Well, the truth is I just didn't want to break the spirit of the young guy and hurt his ego. I am over twice his age and it would be really humiliating for a boy from Kentucky to lose to an old guy from Alabama. Alabama has never won a National Championship in basketball. We don't even have but three basketballs in all of the state. How could I let this young man lose. His whole life is before him. It would have destroyed him.
Next year isn't so far away. I get another chance and will be in better shape by then to teach the little guy a lesson. He better practice more. I only lost by five points. He had been ahead by almost fifteen and I got within two points until he sunk his last three pointer.
In fact if I had stole the ball from Him on that last play, and if I had hit a three pointer then the score would be 65 to 64 in my favor.
But if, if's and but's were candy and nuts, then we would all have a Merry Christmas.
Ouch, oh my aching back, and sore calve muscles, and......
Good job, Eric. You're a really great youth pastor. Keep up the good work.