Lately our eldest has been fascinated with basketball. Last fall I transformed a barren section of our shaded backyard into a sizable brick paver patio. One of our neighbors donated his portable basketball hoop to us when we completed the project last fall and we’ve yet to purchase any patio furniture so lately its full-time use has been a makeshift basketball court.
My son’s favorite thing to do is lower the basket from ten feet down to seven feet so he can do dunks. It was an older hoop and now after repeated abuse that’s the only height it can be. There was a part of me that silently rejoiced at this development thinking that this would make it unusable by his standards and we could reclaim our patio, but I digress. Last night we purchased a new one so we can keep his hoop dreams alive. Knowing he’ll be a kid living with us for such a short time, I figure I could compromise. On the flip side, we did find a patio set we liked. But when we asked the sales associate how the table and furniture would hold up to a basketball repeatedly hitting it she gave us a puzzled look. I don’t think she got it.