Update: Mini's interview went really well. One man told her she was a breath of fresh air, not gonna lie - I was told the SAME thing when I interviewed for a job to interview people to sell life insurance. Proof that her blog-name fits perfectly. She said they loved her. Me: what's not to love, I mean not like they're gonna see your room. She finds out in a letter (no more emails to miss) in 2 weeks.
More adrenaline later that night: (after the Shedd & the scholarship news SAME DAY)
Reg had an away game Tuesday night. Talk about intense. When this team beat us badly earlier in the season, Reg was beside himself.This time he brought his A game. At one point, he guarded the ball handler so well that the kid was called for having the ball for 5 seconds. Turnover. We were down 14-4 for awhile. Then we came back, and our opponent was stuck at 14 points for quite a while. Reg his a 3 at the buzzer to end the 1st quarter.
By the time Coach showed up after work, I was shaking like a leaf. My poor nerves.
It was a very physical game. In the 3rd quarter, their guy knocked one of our players to the ground from midair during a breakaway layup. The players from both sides started pushing each other. Reg was uninvolved, sitting on the bench with 3 fouls. The ref called technical fouls on both teams.
4th quarter: It was neck and neck. An opponent jumped in the air while guarding Reg, came down throwing Reg to the ground - like faceplant style, and landing with his knee in his back.
It was like SWEEP THE LEG from Karate Kid, only it was more like tackle #21. So, not really like 'sweep the leg' at all.
Coach and I jumped up. Reg was laying on the ground face down, writhing in pain. His coach ran out there. I ordered Coach to go. HELLO, PT IN THE HOUSE, MAKE WAY. He stood in the bleachers instead, craning his neck, his hand was clutched on my shoulder, holding me in a sitting position. I was crying. Parents from our team also jumped up. We were all ready to charge the floor. Parental instincts in overdrive.
Coach finally released me. He sat down. I popped up. Still crying, I let loose. YOU NEED TO CALL THIS GAME CLOSER. YOU LET THIS HAPPEN. SOMEONE'S GONNA GET HURT. SHAME ON YOU.
Mini and Curly might never recover from the embarrassment of their mother's emotional outburst. Coach got a grip on me again, otherwise I probably would've been out on the floor getting in the refs' faces.
Reg came off the court. Limping a little. Another kid shot his free throws, made both. This was a relief, because Reg rarely misses free throws. Once a coach has come onto the court for an injured player, that player cannot re-enter the game right away. Reg checked back into the game at the next dead ball.
He had to ice his knee when we got home, but otherwise he said he was fine. My guess is he was more sore than normal, but he didn't let on.
We won the game, barely. It was AMAZING. Reg probably had 20 points. My knees were shaking so bad I asked Mini if she wanted to drive my car home for me. It had been a DAY.
Reg said his assistant coach told him that his mom looked like she was gonna beat up the refs. Me: AND YOU'RE SURPISED?
Things that went on while I was en-route/in Colorado:
I called Coach between flights.
Me: I GOT AN EMAIL - SCHOOL WILL BE ZOOMED TOMORROW - ICY ROADS. CURLY'S BABYSITTING. I CALLED HER OUT FOR THE DAY, BUT REMIND HER THAT SHE CAN JUMP ON ZOOM DURING NAP TIME.
Coach: HUH? MY PATIENT IS COMING TO GIVE MINI EVANS INTERVIEW TIPS. I DIDN'T KNOW CURLY WAS BABYSITTING. I THOUGHT THE HOUSE WOULD BE QUIET.
Mind blown. So who was I speaking to when I said: Remember on Thursday to open the garage door and wake Curly up before you leave for work BECAUSE SHE'S BABYSITTING? *
Solution to keeping the house quiet during Mini's interview tips: Curly take the 2 kids to play in the basement.
Is it wrong that I enjoyed relaxing in CO while they got the house in order for Coach's patient to chat with Mini? I left the house in pretty good shape, but if the fam is going to enjoy a few meals/down time in my absence, well - let your imagination run wild.
Friday morning, I woke up to a few texts. Ed: CHECK OUT THE EMERGENCY WEATHER IN LONDON RIGHT NOW. He'd arrived the day before, but who sends a message like this, LOOK AT ME MOM AND DAD - I'M IN A DANGEROUS SITUATION.
There was a message from Coach asking for updates. No RESPONSE.
Ed's using WHAT'S APP and needs to be in WIFI, so I figured he wasn't in WIFI . . . but part of me was like WHAT IS GOING ON? I emailed faithful reader Charlie (HI CHARLIE) in the UK. She assured me that since the UK isn't accustomed to severe weather, they were being overly cautious. Ed responded, saying he was fine but the weather was making sight seeing unpleasant.
Message from my adrenal glands: ENOUGH ALREADY.
What excitement is happening in your neck of the woods?