okay maybe not the final painful post

Neal knew that he needed to stop climbing around on things because he kept getting hurt. So he decided to just push Autumn-what could go wrong with that?

I'll tell you what could go wrong...physics. Unfortunately, Neal forgot Einstein's law of swings which states:
That which is pushed away from you on a swing, will definitely come back and hit you in the solar plexus and face. Unless of course, you utilize the "underdog" principle, which will carry you forward past the path of return swingitude.
Look it up, it's a real thing. Not just something I made up.

never a prouder father

I know I thought I was proud when he fell asleep holding the dollar, (see post from May 2nd, the good, the bad, and the ugly) but this is even better. I'm dreaming too, of a luxurious retirement funded entirely from the proceeds of the boy playing professional basketball.

To this end, I have built him a practice court seen here.


I know what you're thinking, this looks small. Well, what if I told you that I took this shot from a mile away. Hmm? Not so small anymore is it? It's actually an enormous amount of concrete that I'm trying to keep from cracking by spraying it with water twice a day. Imagine the neighbor's thrill at hearing bouncing basketball noises all hours of the day and night from now until they finally move. This is a picture of the standard on the ground before we attached the glass and raised it up. It took 4 guys and all of now have hernias.

From a distance.

Another stunning view. The rim is not attached in this shot because I could barely contain the urge to hammer dunk once it was up and the cement still needed some time to cure. Had I not given it that time and dunked prematurely, I would have ripped the rim, backboard, and the entire pole structure along with the 4 foot deep concrete footings out of the ground with my Herculean power. It would have been a cool picture, but it's just too much hassle to start over.