40-1

No, that's not my daughter's basketball team's record; that was the score of today's game.

It would have been a shutout if the high school kid refs hadn't started blowing whistles with every breath and sending the other team to the free throw line until statistical inevitability intervened to avert the ultimate hoops embarrassment.

The reason for the annihilation was simple and two-fold: the other team had nobody who could handle the ball, and my little girl's team was aggressive almost to excess on both ends (one of her teammates almost fouled out). At halftime the Good Girls led 26-0, and I would wager that their opponents had more turnovers than we did points. It was like they had the mindset of a slumber party, and we had the mindset of Game 7 of the NBA Finals.

Next Saturday will be quite a tour-de-force, though: a morning double-header for the girls, and an afternoon double-header for my son's team. At least the respective venues are within a few blocks of each other, allowing time for an ample, and probably greasy, lunch in between.

Gotta use up those McDonalds coupons from Grandma & Grampa somehow, after all.