I got mad skills

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So I've got this new job babysitting for this family three days a week from 3-5:30. There is an 8-year old boy named Vikhrum and a 14-year old girl named Devika. I know what you're thinking, "you're babysitting a 14-year old??" Well, I don't really babysit her. I just pick her up from school and then get caught up on the latest Mindy/Mandy/Dekota gossip, which is exciting for me because my life is so horribly uneventful that I have to live vicariously through a sophomore in high school. That's right, do the math...she's 14 and she's a sophomore. I'm pretty sure she's smarter then me.

Anyway, so today was a pretty nice day outside...high 40s and sunny. Super. So Vikhrum and I decide that we're going to take advantage of this marvelous afternoon and shoot some hoops. Now, if you know me, I know what you're thinking, "Tara?! Play basketball?? Has hell frozen over??" Indeed it has not. But after some practice playing countless hours of knock-out at IV a couple weeks earlier, I was feeling pretty confident with my basketball skills. So after a few warm-up shots and a lesson from Vikhrum on how to shoot properly (now remember, he's 8), we decide to play a little one on one. After a couple minutes of pretty vigorous play, I accidentally (I swear it was an accident) trip V-man, knock him over, and proceed to fall on top of him. Awesome. Luckily, there were no injuries, except for the skin that was torn off the palms of my hands. But I'm tough. So we continue to duke it out, going shot for shot, but then we had to leave to go pick his sister up from school. At this point, the score was 14-15, with Vikhrum in the lead. I knew I was headed for trouble, so I started strategizing during the car ride on how I could show this kid who was boss. I knew that there could be no more Ms. Nice Tara. After finding out that Molly had blown Dekota off AGAIN and Mandy's boyfriend turned out to be gay (I know, no one saw it coming), V and I went back to finish what we had started. This time I went all out. I was blocking his shots, stealing the ball, and rebounding like there was no tomorrow. It was awesome. However, I must give the little guy (and I do mean little, I think he's 4'5") some credit, he made some nice layups and did block one of my shots (I still don't know how that happened). I'll refrain from giving you the play-by-play, but it was definitely one of the most intense 20 minutes of my life. At the end of play, the final score was 50-46, me. That's right, I took that kid to school.

So, what's the moral of the story? That I rule at basketball and I'm the best babysitter. Ever.