Down with the Bourgeoisie!

We took in the annual Proletariat v. Bourgeoisie Basketball Classic at Twinsburg High School, otherwise known as Twinsburg v. Hudson.  Henry got us tickets through his school which had a special section (directly underneath one of the noisy scoreboards) at the game. 

It was a big day for Henry.

First, he got to meet the Twinsburg cheerleaders and varsity basketball team earlier in the day when they came to his school for a pep rally -- or "pepper" rally, if you asked Henry.  They gave away a brand new basketball signed by all of the members of the varsity basketball team at the rally.  Henry was the lucky recipient of the ball. 

He was pretty stoked about the whole deal.

But wait, it gets better.

That's Jameson  (far left), Henry (middle) and Josh (right) at the basketball game.  A couple of notes about Henry's buds.  We've finally found someone who talks and travels more than Henry.  That honor goes to Jameson.  Mr. Irish Whiskey befriended one of the JV cheerleaders in our section and proceeded to tell her that his friend Henry built a "lair" at his house.

A lair?  Okay, sounds cool.

The chick bought it. 

Not real sure what we do in the "lair" but it was enough for the JV cheerleader to come up from her seat to ask Henry about it.  Red-faced and playing the role of lair-keeper, he didn't elaborate.  I think she thought he was pretty cute. 

I'm beginning to think Henry has it all figured out already.

Jameson later told me that he ended up kissing a few of the cheerleaders.  I had no reason to doubt him.  I saw how hard he was working it.

He also never told me what we supposedly do in the "lair". 

Now for the game action.

I leaned over to Erica during pregame warmups and mentioned that Hudson was going to get beat by 20 points.  There were several reasons for this:

1.  I haven't seen a smaller and weaker group of young lads since the North Central Thunderbirds took the floor against my high school alma mater back in Indiana.  They lost by 50.

2.  No one could hit a jump shot in warmups. 

3.  It's Hudson.  I think President Obama's plan to limit the banks from investing in the derivative markets had them off their game.

4.  Twinsburg had some serious size and a couple of kids who could literally jump out of the gym.

Final score.

That's right.  A 42-27 ass-kicking for the Tigers.

Somewhere, Karl Marx just smiled.

Back to Henry.

Halfway through the fourth quarter of the blowout, Henry took a bite of Caroline's cotton candy and nearly lost his front tooth.

Yes, you heard me correctly.  Henry found a way to nearly lose a tooth in nothing more than spun sugar.  The kid is amazing.

Again, he was pretty excited.  His friends thought it was cool.  He even showed his tooth off to his kindergarten teacher who was in attendance.

Alas, it was a Tiger victory for the H-man and crew.  Here he is after the game with Cyrano de Bergerac (Jameson).

We managed to get out of the gym before the Disco started.  I didn't want Erica getting too nostalgic.