Donkey Basketball

My Dad had talked Donkey Basketball up so much that I almost believed it existed. Of course, it was a game for a simpler time when donkeys happily roamed the earth, spinning balls and slamming dunks.

Or so I believed until I looked up and saw a sign on the way home from grabbing sparkling water and tomatoes at the grocery store.



The next day, I walked into my husband's old high school, settled down in the stands and wondered how they'd get those donkeys to dribble.

Of course, that isn't how the game is played. What was it? 90 minutes of people attempting to mount donkeys. In the process, they were thrown off, kicked and generally abused by the eight donkeys. The crowd laughed; the whole place smelled like stale popcorn.

I'm not sure who won. I'm pretty sure it was me. After all, I happened to be filming at just the right time to catch a kid learning why you shouldn't walk behind a donkey. Need more information? The video is here: Donkey Basketball. Watch at least the first 45 seconds.