May Thirteen

You can call us super-fans.
We're kind of a big deal. People know us.

BONUS(ES):
Every super-fan occasion deserves a super-entry. You might appreciate this post a little better if you read it with a valley girl voice. Ridiculous yes, but so is the commentary... just do it.

It's like Thursday night and where else would we be but the local rec center watching some MEN play hoops. Obvi. Here's the line up:


#3 - Jeremy Anthony - Point Guard - Completely embarrassed by his super-fans. No idea why. OMG.


#21 - Daniel Sage - Team Foul Man - He shoots like 50%. Holllla.


This was like the PERFECT occasion for making t-shirts. What kind of super-fans would we be without iron on letters? (Plus, any excuse to break out the craft box is a-mazing. Baking a quiche and making t-shirts all while watching Glee. Only like three of my fav things at once. Duh. I love Puck.)


We let Mikey tag along too. His sign < super-fan shirts... but he IS an excellent male cheerleader. Jazz hands.


Jeremy and his very own personal super-fan. Sweaty. Ick.


Daniel and his totally awesome super-fan. More sweat. Ewww.


That is g-ross. Boys.


Despite our super-fans efforts our team lost. Ugh. No biggie... but THEN the d-rama began. This is coach Bhavin getting yelled at by some dude who like didn't get enough playing time. Dude, chill. You are a middle-aged man and this is rec basketball. Seriously. Super-fans, yes. Crying, no.


The d-rama went on in the background for like 20 minutes. Hmmm how should we pass the time? Make a Bump-It of course!! OMG. Love it.


We are totally going to need better signs for the next game.