Necessity (or boredom) is the mother of invention.
The neighborhood kids had apparently gotten bored over mother’s day weekend. We had taken a trip out of town, which I will tell you about another time, and came home to this on the front of my neighbor’s house.
Having been cooped up in the car for a while, Isaac had to get in on the action.
I dubbed it ‘Ghetto Ball.’ Everyone agreed.
If the basket comes down with the ball, the point still counts.
The new sport of Ghetto Ball has its first star player.
Even Dad gets in on the action
Not me though. Sports and I don’t get along so well. No, I’ll just worry about where this ball is coming down. Probably my head.