This is always an extreme weekend for us since both kids play in the tournament every year, AND it's on the east side.
On Friday night, Fluffy had her usual 7-9:00 practice (no break or time to rest up for the big weekend like the other teams), and it was her first day back since she broke her arm seven weeks earlier. Scooter went to the movies with his buddies.
Saturday morning we had to be at Alhambra H.S. for a 9:00 game against the Venice Dragons, which Scooter's team won fairly easily. Then we had to rush over to Elder Park for a two-hour shift of gym monitoring and Fluffy's game against the Bruins Keiki Ohana, which we also won.
I didn't expect them to win their Sunday games, because (1) the Dolphins are really good and it seems like we always lose to them, and (2) the dad who scouted the San Fernando Magic the day before said they were really good. And yes, both games were very exciting, and we managed to win both. Fluffy went bingo night with Danielle and family. She had a great time, but I know she didn't get enough sleep that night.
Monday was our annual shaved ice sale, in addition to games in the final round for first place. We had to be at East L.A. College by 8:00 a.m. No time to make spam musubis this year, because I baked a couple hundred cookies the night before and went to bed after midnight. Yawn!
It wasn't a very hot day, and we didn't sell very many shaved ices, but we planned ahead and sold Nachos, and chex mix, and cookies (the couple hundred I baked the night before), and I even sold a few sodas out of my personal cooler.
Guido doesn't share, which means I stay back with a few other parents to staff the booth while he goes to the games (or whichever is the more exciting game). When they returned, I saw that Scooter was wearing a BLACK T-SHIRT (first place)!! We had a play-by-play of the girls' game against the Jama Jama Girls (who hopefully don't lick anymore) via cell phone. And sure enough, the girls came back in gray shirts (second place).
Fluffy's team went out for dinner at a Japanese restaurant whose name no one will remember, and by the time we got home it was 9:00 and time to flop into bed.