My kids are playing sports at the high school again. It's exciting. Well, it's as exciting as it can be when you're watching from a screen at home and you're squinting a lot because you aren't sure which one is your kid. Considering the alternative, I'll take the eye strain.
Reggie is the only freshman that made the sophomore b-ball team. He was pretty pumped. The kid is b-ball obsessed. It's what he does in his spare time. Before the snow, he was on the driveway 24/7- ish.
Remember when I shared his awesome game on his 14th birthday? I just re-read that post and winced at: I can't wait for him to start high school to make new friends. Ugh. I also mentioned the mean kid in his class in that post who thinks he is hot stuff, guess who is on the freshman team? And that's all I'll say 'bout that.
No one can attend sophomore games. Amusing since typically, when we were all breathing on one another, no one really went to those games anyway. Hardly, pack the place events. It'd be very easy to social distance. They didn't ask me to make the rules though, oddly enough - so bring on the squinting at the screen.
One thing this pandemic has done is introduce me to the HTMI cord. Look at me, sounding techie and all. I now know how to plug my laptop into my TV to do my FB workouts. We even brought it to Arizona so I could workout, and we watched Netflix movies from my laptop. We're crazy hip. This means we also get to watch their games on our larger TV screen. Still, hardly NBA footage and they look tiny.
Perhaps the athletic department failed to consult me on which games should allow spectators because they've heard of how I've occasionally lost my cool at a ref in a water polo game. Just a theory.
Let me explain . . .
Coach insists my photo is hanging in the athletic office of one particular high school in our conference with a warning: DO NOT ALLOW THIS NUT JOB IN THE BUILDING.
Ed was in the pool that day (so was Lad) in 2016, and I was in the balcony with the other fans. Um, raging. I apologize to those of you who think of me as cool and collected. Not sure I pulled off that persona, but if I did, I just blew my cover. It was a water polo playoff game and the refs didn't know the game. Understatement. Or they knew the game, but wanted us to lose. They kept calling our guys for holding, but the other team was clinging to our guys as if they couldn't swim, and they weren't getting called for it.
Anyway, Ed said afterwards that he was treading water, looking up at me LOSING IT. He says he shook his head, thinking: SHE'S COMING OVER THAT RAILING. ANY SECOND. SHIT, SHE'S GOING TO JUMP IN THE FREAKING POOL.
Well, I remained in the balcony, but my voice carried. Coach may or may not have moved to a different row in the bleachers so he wasn't associated with me.
Holy digression. But seriously, it sucked to be taken out of a playoff game for bad calls.
I'm over it moving on . . . (after I share the video below - which is not from the game where I lost my cool).
This is a snippet of the video I made for Lad when he graduated high school. The full length video is full of baby pictures and funny little kid video clips. I thought I'd insert the water polo highlights here. This was such an exciting season. You can see Reg jump up in the stands in front of me to point to Lad when he scores. I no longer have this on my desktop, so I had to video it playing on my TV. Not gonna lie, watching this whole video makes me cry. Beautiful memories from Lad's happy childhood. Simpler times. Well, not totally simple. We were just starting to walk on egg shells, but in these games our guy shined so bright and we enjoyed cheering him on so much.
Back to present times: Mini is on the varsity girls' b-ball team. Two family members can attend her home games with
fingerprinting, a quick organ donation, a background check, and a special lanyard. Her away games can be viewed online. *She just played in an away game and her team lost by over 50 points. Ouch.
Tank will play volleyball in the spring. He's missing his time to shine in the stands during varsity boys' b-ball games as the lead
heckler spirit guy. It's his thing. The senior class is invited to social distance in the auditorium and watch the games live streamed . . . while the team plays in the big ass gym across the hall. (excuse me while I wipe my tears).
Remember how they combined sports seasons and it messed Mini up? Big Mama wrote a letter. The theme: IF EVER THERE WAS A TIME TO MAKE AN EXCEPTION, IT'S NOW.
It worked. She can play two sports, or can she? She rarely gets to play badminton. B-ball is her #1 priority. After they said, GO AHEAD AND DO BOTH, she skipped a b-ball practice (at her b-ball coach's urging) on a Saturday in order to attend a badminton match. The other team ended up not having many players and Mini never played. Ouch. It was understandable. She hadn't been allowed to practice, so the coach couldn't really play her and sit someone else. (Exhibit A: I'm not crazy. I understand fairness. She says as she tries to regain her good name with her readers).
So we're back to practices and games and deciding who can drive who to which practice, oh and blocking the sidewalk with one of our 4 cars for a bit while we jog in and out of the house before our next drive.
Translation: Officer Friendly still shows up when an ass hole neighbor complains about our sidewalk obstruction -EVEN when there were several feet of snow on said sidewalk and no one was walking on it. Get ready neighbors, I'm gonna put a sign in my yard and invite whoever it is to SHOW THEMSELVES by coming to the door and admitting that they can't walk 2 steps around a parked car in lieu of calling the police. Grow.A.Pair.
And, Curly has been playing travel ball for awhile now. She usually plays two games on Sundays. She practices on the two nights she doesn't dance, because the gods don't believe that I should ever relax.
Have you ever lost your cool in response to a bad call? Would you like to help me draft the message for the yard sign geared to the neighbor who keeps calling the po-po? I welcome your suggestions. One idea: IF YOU DON'T LIKE OUR CAR HERE, CROSS TO MARY ANN'S SIDE OF THE STREET. SHE'S SUPER DELIGHTFUL. PROMISE.