Andrew has been playing basketball since he was 3 years old.
He’s had some good coaches, but mostly bad coaches. He’s been on some good teams, but mostly bad teams that sucked and never won games.
This year Tony and our friend, Kevin stepped up and decided to coach both Andrew and Ethan’s team. And this just happened to be the year that BOTH of my boys won playoff games and had a real chance at becoming city champions for their divisions.
Before the games, everyone was very emotional—Especially Tony and Kevin. They have grown to really care about the boys on their team and wanted them to win because of how hard they’ve worked all season. I was (and still am) extremely proud of both of those guys for the time, effort, passion and care they put into coaching those boys.
Both of our teams should have taken the championship, but thanks to bad officiating and some Asshole Score keepers, they didn’t.
Now, I’m not one of Those People who blame the officiating for every loss. However, in this case, I am totally blaming the officiating. (Except in Andrew’s game, their loss was due to some fucked up scorekeeping, which I will explain later because I am still not ready to “let it go.”)
Ethan lost his first game (which he needed to win to go to the championship game) by 2 points. And believe me, if they had called at least half of the fouls that were committed against our guys, we probably would have won.
He did go on to win his second game for 3rd place by almost 30 points, so at least they have that. And that’s something to be proud of, considering there are 16 teams in that division.
Now. Andrew’s game. How do I ever describe Andrew’s game?
They were up by 20 points with 2 quarters left to play. (They play 8 five minute quarters). We lost some of that lead in the 7th quarter and by the time the last quarter started, we only had a 10 point lead.
As the boys were lining up to play, the scorekeeper told us that we couldn’t play #3—who happens to be one of THE BEST players on the team—because he hadn’t sat out yet. (Each player has to sit out one quarter each half.)
Oh, but he had sat out. He sat out in the 6th quarter.
Kevin showed them his sheet that had the lineup and they refused to believe him. The kid was pleading with them “I sat out! I sat out in the 6th quarter!” But they refused to admit that THEY had made a mistake and would not allow him to play. So, they had to play the worst player on the team instead.
They lost the game by 1 point (on a free throw.)
It was awful.
The father of the kid who they refused to let play in the last quarter was so pissed. He went to the score table and cussed them out for basically calling their kid and the coaches liars and for costing us the game.
Kevin told them that we have it on video (the kid sitting out) and their response?
“You lost a 20 point lead, this is on you, not on us.” And also “It wouldn’t have mattered if he played, you still would have lost.”
Um, no. We would not have. We had to play our absolute worst player (he scored ZERO points and actually crosses his arms during the game because he couldn’t care less about the game.) with one of our BEST guys (who scores consistently, who knows how to pass and how to steal and how to find an open player for a shot. The kid is amazing. Seriously.
We went out for to drown our sorrow in beer after the game.
It was heartbreaking to watch the boys walk off of the court with their heads down, fighting back tears while the other team was celebrating.
Those boys should have won that game and you know what? Maybe they still would have lost if they had let #3 play, (they did blow a 20 point lead) but they never gave us the chance. They robbed us of that chance and I hate those little teenage assholes for that.
Andrew was pretty upset yesterday. He kept saying “I can’t believe we lost, Mom. We were up by 20! Those trophies should have been ours!”
The reason this is so hard for us to take is because it took Andrew this long to get on a team that was capable of winning a championship and to have it taken away from him like that just sucks. We don’t know that he’ll ever be on a team that good again and so we all really wanted this for him and for his teammates. They worked hard all year long and DAMN, I want a do-over.
(You’re probably all “OMG. Who cares about your son’s basketball games? Boooooring.”)
It may sound ridiculous to use terms like "heartbroken" when speaking of a basketball game, but anytime something is important to my kids, it's important to us as their parents and winning this was important to my kids.
Oh well, what can we do? What's done and is done and hey! There's always next year!
(Except, not really because the chances of getting teams that good again are slim to none. But hey! It's just a game! I'm over it now!)
(Except that is a lie. So NOT over it.)
Moving on.
I have this friend who is a good person but who sometimes talks about Her Vagina in a way that makes me uncomfortable. Today, I was telling her about my daughter's new obsession with my lipstick. I laughed and said "she's so girlie and I just didn't expect that from a daughter of MINE."
Her response?
"Well, just wait til you have to show her how to use a tampon."
Um.
I'm sorry.
BUT WHAT THE HELL DID THAT HAVE TO DO WITH MY DAUGHTERS OBSESSION WITH THE LIPSTICK?
I'm trying to remember if I'm forgetting a part of the conversation in which that response would have made sense, but I swear, it went straight from "she's such a girlie girl." to "HAHA! JUST WAIT TIL YOU HAVE TO TEACH HER HOW TO SHOVE A POSSIBLY TOXIC SPONGE UP HER VAGINA!"
Honestly, the whole "Period" thing is one of the reasons that I would say "I don't want a girl." Because I did not want to have to deal with that. My relationship with my mom was so unhealthy when it came to "that stuff." (Hello! I got in trouble when I started my period for KNOWING WHAT A PERIOD WAS. True story. When I told my mom that I had "started my period" she looked at me with Her Scary Eyes and said "How do YOU know what a period is, little girl?" Yeah..) So, the thought of having a daughter would scare me because I have no idea how That Talk is supposed to go, since I never had one with my mother.
However, I had finally made peace with how I was going to have that talk with her and how I would handle such issues. UNTIL TODAY. Because, I had never even thought of the fact that I'd have to show her how to use that stuff.
That's almost as bad as having to talk to my boys about boners.
One more vaginal related outburst from this friend and I swear to BOBS, I'm breaking up with her FOREVER.







Oh man, just don't do what my (single) dad did when you decide to have "the talk." He had me stay overnight at my aunt's house, and she put some kind of government-issued pamphlet with diagrams of the male and female anatomy in my suitcase before I left. I think I'm still embarassed. Oh, and then, a couple of years later, my stepmom told me that I couldn't use tampons because then I wouldn't be a virgin. Yeah, that was before I made her read the insert on the package from her own box of tampons. God, being a pre-teen sucked!