Grandma Forms Her Own Sports Team

I am forming my own wild sports team Grandma said. We all wondered what in the atmosphere she had in her head. Racquetball? Hockey? Wrestling? Softball or what? Not sure yet, she said, but you may make the cut. What talent would we have to do? Do we have to dance? I am thinking of something sporty you might see in France. Croissant maker? Latte’ foamer? We wanted to know. I will figure it out she told us before the first snow. We were thinking skiing or jumping out of a plane. She told us it would be nothing at all that tame. Our grandma is a hoot, a holler a scream and a kick. You have to have a sense of humor she said to Uncle Rick. We knew he did not have one, so he was out. I know what it is! Cousin Louie said with a shout. We’re going to be on the first noodle-making USA team. This made grandma mad, and her nose started to steam.