I am not an athlete. Never have been, never will be. I was that girl who was always picked last, always was afraid of the ball (usually because I did allow it to hit me). Luckily as a teenager I had a friend who was very athletic and while she never turned me into one she did help me appreciate sports. More than a girl with no brothers would have on her own. I have thought of her on Saturday mornings lately when I am sitting at my boy's basketball games. Because of Sharla I have some understanding of the game and can enjoy it. Or I could until today. Today was a big day for Matthew. It was a playoff game. He was lucky enough to be on an amazing Jr. Jazz team this year with a great coach. They were undefeated. There was a lot of excitement leading up to this game, his best friend Chase, Grandma and Grandpa even came. And it did not look good for the first half. At one point they were down by 17 and they looked discouraged. I thought for sure I was going to have a heart attack or stroke. But amazingly they pulled it off and won. He has had fantastic coach and there are a couple of really talented kids on his team too.
This is a part of raising boys that I was afraid of. Sports. I sort of think my Mom might feel the same way. It was intense, my throat still hurts from screaming.
Matthew may or may not have a future with the NBA, but he sure has enjoyed Jr. Jazz. Now let's just hope I can survive the Championship game next week.