~ Outlet ~

We stayed to watch Varmint at basketball practice tonight.

She was trying really, really, really, really hard to do her best to develop the skills she’ll need to help her team win.

My Captain and I were watching from the gym floor.  I want to be as supportive as I can without being like velcro.  I want to lift her up without being a crutch.  I want to be the wind beneath her wings……

GAH!  Who am I kidding?  I’d just rather watch her play than do a thousand other less-interesting things, like the laundry or the dishes or blah, blah, blah….

So we’re watching a drill the coach has the girls doing, and as they pass the ball to each other in this drill, they are yelling a word that distinctly sounds to my ears as “AFLAC.”  Over and over and over again I hear them yell ‘Aflac!’ before catching the ball.

Believe me, I looked everywhere for that stupid duck.

Finally I leaned over to My Captain and asked why they were yelling “AFLAC!”  He looked at me for a minute, patience and incredulity at war on his face, and said with a one-sided grin, “It’s Outlet, not Aflac.  They’re saying Outlet because they are letting the ball handler know they have broken from the pack.”

Oh.

Ahem.

Ok, that’s just silly, is what that is.  Outlet.  Hmmphf.

I’ll never hear Outlet.  It’ll always be Aflac.

That duck is there somewhere, I tell you.