"Cayman you're Mama's are very mean." Sabrina Ionescu says as she looks at the baby in her lap. "They hog you way to much."
"She's our daughter." I say as I sit down in-between Kelsey and Kara in our seats here in our suite.
We're in Paris, France now and tomorrow's our first game, but tonight myself, Kara, Cayman, Luna, Sabrina Ionescu, Kelsey Plum, and A'ja Wilson are here to watch the Men's team play Serbia.
We were gonna go see some other events, but everything else was sold out.
Kara, myself, and our friends have tickets to everything else we wanna see while we're here, but we didn't get tickets for anything tonight because we wanted to give the kids a day to get the jet lag out of their system.
Cayman was being extra clingy so we brought her with us tonight.
"So?" Kelsey says.
"You all are pooheads." I say then I pick up the program and look at it while eating my snack.
"Are those hard groups?" Kara asks as she points to the picture of the mens groups.
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"Oh yeah." I say. "It's pretty much a crapshoot of who qualifies for the 8 knockout spots."
"What about your tournament?" Kara asks as she points at the women's group picture.
"Well." I say as I look at the women's groups.
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"I think our group is the hardest, but I don't really know about the other groups." I say then I turn the page.
"Why do they predict the line-ups?" Kara asks as we look at the pictures on the page.
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