Update: Well…I haven’t had a chance to rummage around in my basketball stuff because we’ve spent the last few hours at the emergency vet. Please think good thoughts for Maddie – as she’s extremely uncomfortable right now. Something happened while we were gone and the extent of the damage is actually too graphic to post outright. I’ve attached a link to it here if you’d like to regurgitate whatever you just finished eating. The vet *thinks* it may be the result of poison ivy…but we don’t know…since we just picked her up yesterday after our trip. I’m fairly shaken up by the whole thing…and extremely upset – especially since Maddie’s still being Maddie: wagging her tail and giving us that goofy, Golden Retreiever smile.
My life now?
Nothing of what my life was…and every year around this time…when Duke basketball is on…I am reminded of my old life.
We will forever be a Duke household…Tim bleeds blue and thinks Coach K is totally awesome.
Me: So….what’ll I happen if our future child loves UNC, Duke’s nemesis?
Tim: They won’t.
And that was pretty much the end of that conversation.
I miss my basketball life…the one where every weekend was full of games or 3-hour practices or traveling somewhere…the tournaments and the competition and the way my body ached after a really rough game.
It was all I knew.
The first October after I graduated college, I didn’t know what to do with myself. I wasn’t playing basketball…and after over a decade of the same routine…your body gets kind of pissed at you when you change it up all, “the hell, self?”
Hence my infatuation with running and races…long ass races.
I watched that “Where are they now” special on the Biggest Loser contestants…TWO have done an Ironman.
I looked at Tim all, “If THEY can do that…so can I.”
2.4 mile swim, 112 mile bike ride and a full marathon (26.2 miles).
It’s the months of work and pain and then finally, the reward at the end.
I don’t know how to relate this feeling to someone who never participated in sports or someone who doesn’t have a competitive spirit or someone who doesn’t like sweat…
I am competitive to a fault and I’m totally not afraid of dirt or water.
Everything is a race or a contest to see who can do *it* better.
*It* can be anything from putting the groceries away to racing to the car from a restaurant to finding the last item that is my size in a store.
And inevitably, Tim will be all, “Seriously? Now?”
Yes, dear sweet husband. Now. Get your ass in gear.
So, if you’re a basketball fan, remember me…especially during March Madness…where all I want to do is find a basketball court and knock somebody senseless with my elbows.
And for those who are curious…my stats. I actually played for serious…none of that rec league bullshit where the biggest thing on the court and egos (Can you tell I really…really don’t like rec leagues?).
(I hate this part…though I am determined to put all of the newspaper articles and awards and related paraphernalia into a trophy case one day…)
I’m just going to list the college numbers…suffice it to say that during my high school career I was a 4-year Varsity team starter.
(also keep in mind I graduated college in 3 years)
(and I actually do have proof…though the proof would give other things away, like my secret identity. So the proof will have to be a culmination of all such awards that are currently shoved in the attic somewhere…I will post an update after I find my way back from the trek into said attic)
In college I…
And this is kind of long and boring and you don’t HAVE to read it.
You can actually stop.
And for those that couldn’t help themselves and kept reading…In college I…
Grabbed over 500+ rebounds
Scored 1000+ points.
(I actually have 2 special basketballs listing the above milestones)
Team MVP – all 3 years (1 year was even team-voted…and I didn’t even vote for myself…because I’m awesome)
1st Team All-Conference – all 3 years
Freshman Conference Player of the Year
Player of the week for the Conference and Division….more times than I can remember…(I sound like such a cocky bitch…but that’s not how I mean it…though it totally comes across that way…)
All-Tournament Team…for lots of tournaments…again, I don’t remember all of them. One I got this really cool star-shaped trophy like, 3 weeks after we got home from the tournament. The coach pulled me aside after practice one day and gave it to me all, “Umm. Here. Congrats?”
Currently hold school records for: Most points in a single game (42), most points in a season, most rebounds in a season, career points, career rebounds, field goals made and attempted…
You get the point, right?
I guess I was good or something.
So I can stop now?
Do I regret not continuing to play? No.
Maybe at one point I did…but I don’t now.
I think I’ve finally accepted that basketball was a chapter to be opened, enjoyed and then closed.
Plus, I wouldn’t be where I am today and you wouldn’t have daily entertainment to read had I continued on that path.
So technically, if you think about it, I was really doing all of this for you…because I’m nice and totally selfless that way.
Now, where’s my damn award?
(I have this overwhelming urge to go through all my basketball stuff now…updates to come shortly…because how could I not share those embarrassing “hold the basketball on your hip and smile” pictures with you? Exactly.)