Hoops in unlikely places.

I saw this basketball hoop in a friend’s yard, and had to laugh a little at the thought of playing basketball in the grass. I always think of it as strictly a cement or wooden court sort of game. Apparently I was wrong, because suddenly I started noticing oddly placed hoops everywhere. So, just in time for NBA season, some other baskets (with and without nets) I found locally:




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This may be risky in an overwhelmingly male blog (and I know I'm going to hear about it from all you sports fans), but these are my own personal tolerance levels for various televised sports:
Basketball. I can watch a limited amount of basketball because at least it’s fast-paced and the score changes frequently.
Football. About half the Superbowl, if I have something like a magazine or a plate of nachos to distract me.
Nascar. I’m not sure if racing counts as a sport, but as far as I can tell, people drive around and around in a circle, occasionally crash into each other, and die. Sheesh.
Baseball. This game, even live, is purely a narcotic for me.
Soccer. Don’t like this one on TV at all, but the one season my older son played, it was pretty cute to see a group of 5-year-olds running around aimlessly, getting distracted by important things like dandelions. I found myself yelling, “Kick the ball, honey! No, no, the other way!”
Golf. I heard a comedian once say golf is not a sport, it’s men in ugly clothes walking. I’m inclined to agree.