Today, my 10-year-old son Ben had a basketball game in an elementary school gym.  Elementary school gym, which translates into parent speak as “tiny bleachers snug up against the court.” This may seem like a good thing (“Hey, up close seats”), but in reality it’s not so great (“Ugh, unintended and ill-equipped spectator seating”).

Well, there we were sitting way too close, when the ball went out of bounds and the other team prepared to inbound.  The opposing player grabbed the ball and searched for a teammate.

In between the opposing player and the rest of his team was my son Ben.  He did as he was taught.  Ben jumped up and down, while waving his arms.  He was aggressively creating an inbound pass road block.

Suddenly, Ben glanced our way and winked.  A bit of showmanship worthy of the big leagues.

My son Ben may need to work on moving the ball up the court, but he certainly has his swagger down.