The end result of the Ona B-ball Tournament this past saturday was the 6th grade Suns 4-0, holding blue ribbon champion medallions...the beginning result was four pounds of taco meat cooked and sealed up in a slow cooker ready for delivery by 8:30 in the morning. Julia's team – if my memory serves me – is 19-1 now on the season, have finished 1st place in three tournaments and third in Eau Claire. This will be a group of girls to watch in the years to come. They have size, strength, athletic ability and guard play that is well beyond its young years (the point guard is the coach's daughter, and our off-guard is a great defender, dribbler, and good shooter). Julia, in her first year on a team that has been together two years is finding her place as a forward wing player. She is gaining confidence and now looks for a shot not only when she's open but has learned to create some space for herself on offense so she can shoot that nice jump shot of hers.
Doing my own tournament duty, I was randomly stationed behind a cash box taking orders from a continuous line of 120 snack-hungry people through the noon hour dishing up salt and sugar . The most popular snack by far had to have been the new cafeteria phenomenon, the walking taco –
an opened bag of Fritos, a scoop of Taco meat, a clump of shredded lettuce, then a dollop of sour cream on top if you choose. Definitely a clever idea. You have a fork, and everything is self-contained in the bag and you can pretty much walk anywhere you want with it. But I also wondered if eating one of these might be a bit like eating a bag of salt? I could just about picture a series of those salt brine pipes mentioned in the previous blog, Salt Pt. 1, coming down out of the ceiling with little open / shut valves on them. "Bag of salt, two dollars. Bottle of salt, one-fifty."
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