We are the Champions

"So, um, sorry, mom, but the floor in my bedroom is pretty much soaking," Parker tells me tonight.

"Because?"

"We won the championship!"

"What championship?"

"The basketball championship."

"Are we talking about the Nerf basketball hoop over your closet door and the neighborhood kids filling up your bedroom?"

"Yes."

"Congratulations. Why is your floor wet?"

"I got so excited, I had to pour my water bottle over Kaleb's head--you know, Bronco Mendenhall style."

Obviously.