I know mom doesn't think this is funny, but I do. Here's the story, which the boys will recognize as the truth because they know mom. Anyway, Ginny was on her way to meet her friend Karen to tour some high end homes. I was invited, but had to decline the invitation because today was the day I had planned to rearrange my sock drawer. She got all excited and started backing out of the garage. Now the boys will know how this ritual goes when I am driving. Ginny will rubberneck and make hissing sounds if it looks like I am too close to something (within five feet!). After I get out of the driveway, I always say something to the effect of "Gee, made it out again without hitting anything. Am I good or what?" Well, Ginny got in a big hurry and turned too sharply and hit the basketball goal, which knocked it over. It is totaled. This hoop was erected in 1988. I did a most righteous job of it, including filling the post with cement. It was a sturdy devil. We had hours of fun shooting hoops. The boys will remember that about the only time they managed to piss off our neighbor Dick was when they were out there on a Sunday morning at 7:00am before we left for mass. Dick's bedroom is right next to our driveway, and basketball is not a quiet game. Sunday morning games were banned after that.
In truth, the pole had rusted pretty badly where it goes into the ground. Fortunately it was sufficiently weak such that the bumper hit it and it went right over. No damage to the car.
Now, I wonder what kind of back seat driving assistance I am going to tomorrow when we head out to church.
