It’s Saturday afternoon and here I sit in my van. If I don’t watch it I’m gonna be living in my van down by the river. Seriously, the fact that I’m in my driveway writing for my blog while chilling in my van and I’m cool with that? Shows how very, very close we all are to crazy.
The logistics (so that you don’t get too nervous for me or for yourself) are as follows: we came home from a basketball game which we won so we’re heading back to the championship game in about an hour. Isabel fell asleep on the way home and…well, anyone with children under the age of three can finish this story. The lengths you will go to when needing a well-rested child who won’t have a meltdown at the next event…you might just find yourself sitting in a van. Maybe down by the river.
Don’t judge. You never know.
Here’s the thing about basketball — my gosh it’s exhausting. I’m talking about myself here. Let’s push aside the whole “athlete, ball-playing, jumping-running-shooting” aspect of this scenario and focus on me and how utterly gut-wrenching it is to just sit in the stands. My gosh the energy it takes. Where’s my trophy? Where’s my reward??? Do you know what it means, what it takes to sit there and cheer and watch the clock tick down and watch the points go in or not go in, to watch that pack of boys run up the court and back down again? And suddenly, just like that you are down to one minutes thirty seconds in the game and once again it’s a nailbiter and how is my heart supposed to handle this day after day after day? Sometimes three times in one day! I sit there and think “my heart can’t handle this,” and I tell people around me. They smile because we understand that it’s intense but then I think “no, really. Do they understand that I feel like I’m having heart failure as these seconds tick away, that maybe this is the game when my friends have to call the EMT’s because I’ve finally passed out, I went and did that and caused a scene just like I’m afraid I would.”
Time for someone to take a chill pill.
Basketball is so intense, ya’ll.
So tonight we are heading back out (in about 45 minutes actually) to face the team that is undefeated always and forever. We played them twice this season, lost both times in close battles. But it’s all so intense. Everything about playing this team is intense. Their fans. Their coaches. Me. I wish I could relax, take a deep breath but my goodness it’s tough. IT’S TOUGH. GRRRRRRRrrrrrr.
The moral of this story is…what has become of me? That’s what I’d really like to know.
But seriously, I can’t tell you how many times this season I had to literally (literally! using it correctly here!) say to myself “it’s okay if they don’t win. You realize this don’t you?” And then I’d be all “Oh yeah! Hooray! It’s not the end of the world. That’s right!!”
So here is where I might even dare ask for prayers but something about that feels like it lends further proof that I’ve totally gone off the deep end. Maybe you can pray we play really (really!!) awesome. This is Elliott and his class of 8th grade boys and they are just so much fun to watch. A great group of boys (the team is their entire class of boys, all ten of them). And yes, all joking (ahem) aside, winning isn’t everything and we all (myself included) totally know that.
In other news, is my makeup for tonight too much?
Thanks. I didn’t think so either, but I wanted to be sure.