Saturday, November 21, 2009

The Night Basketball Came Back Into Our Lives

There are some moments in parenting where I stop and do a mental hurrah scream and it goes something like, This is it, we're doing it right now!! The Things to Teach Your Kid list that exists in the world. Or perhaps it's titled The Father and Son Guide. Well, a few nights ago, I did the mental hurrah scream because we checked off an item.


Brett and I love to play almost any sport. We're both activity minded people, but we don't watch ball games. We'd rather be playing a ball game with friends. Brett and I both played basketball, he played baseball and I played softball and we both played volleyball in college. Brett is a fast, skilled player at any game. {Boooo, so you got moves, so what?! Crazy puma man. I'm there for the pheromones. I let you beat me.}


Now that we are old fogies, we don't get to play very often. Wait is fogy a real word? Let's see.


Yep there it is:

fogy or fogey: n. an excessively conservative or old-fashioned person
Well, that's us definitely. I'm not joking. We're slightly ridiculous. We definitely have old-fashioned ideas and lean to the conservative side. Sigh, we are fogies......


Back to ball talk: It's time consuming, we have kids that need to be watched lest they find a way to busy themselves like gluing Daddy's wallet to Mommy's dresser.


It would be nice to have some time to hang out and play around. We love volleyball with friends, and right there is the catch. For years now, we have not had friends who like to play ball nor do they have the skill, coordination and depth perception to play. Oh so sad. The good news, we've picked up some new friends that have some skill. I think that the skill players outnumber the non-skill players enough that we could have some games next summer and it would be outrageous fun. Yea!


Anyway, for whatever nutty reason, Brett has watched a few ball games this year. Even...f-o-o-t-b-a-l-l. I cannot believe it.


Even though we have skipped out on watching most ball games, if we catch a basketball game at someone else's house we get sucked in. There is something and always be something about hearing squeaky shoes on hardwood floors and the sound of the buzzer sounding...{it's as good as a bouquet of freshly sharpened pencils}...You just can't resist. Well, we can't at least.


We donated 3 hours of hour life the other night to watching NBA basketball. Yeeee! We've had some symptoms in our family that we're overcoming. We took school off this week to rest. {Ugh, I hate taking time off, next week will be make up time} So, we found the TV somewhere in the middle of all that.


T-Bird stayed up with us to learn the game better. T thinks he loves basketball. We're considering letting him play next year. {We adhere to the you can play/do anything that will serve you lifelong. Like instrument lessons, swimming, golf, horseback riding, tennis, archery...I'm not sure if Bball fits in there. We'll see. I guess that's me just being a fogey.} Anyway, the hurrah scream came when Brett started schooling his firstborn in all the rules of the game. T was quite receptive and ready for more. We had to share all of our favorites of the game. And let me just say, we are so out of the loop!!! So many new faces with a handful of familiar ones scattered in. Another side note, we are so hesitant to let T be pulled into this world of sports. As soon as you think you have a hero, the next instant they are on the news for drugs, robbery, attacking women...So, so horrible and disappointing.


But this is not disappointing.



This is a father and son enjoying the intensity of a good ball game in their jammies. They didn't even know I exist at this point.


This is good stuff.

And I'm thankful for the night that basketball came back into our lives. It was a special treat.



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