Last Year’s Foothill Classic

After practice, we were all feeling drained, with maybe the exception of Zeke, who never looked tired. He drove us all home, where we were able to shower and sit down for dinner.

Zeke was the first one to say something about this weekend's tournament. "Mom, Dad, the game for Saturday has been pushed to a later date."

"Oh?" Mr. Atkins raised an eyebrow, but didn't dwell on it for long. "Too bad. Do you boys want to plan something for the weekend instead?"

"It was postponed because we were invited to a tournament." Zeke ignored his dad and continued on. "The Foothill Classic. Just like last year. Did you guys want to drive us and watch? Or do you want to stay home and I'll just drive us there and back?"