The Boys of Winter?


As basketball season gets started, I realize how different our life has become. This time last year we were marking up the calendar with all of the basketball games in Matt’s senior season. You don’t realize with your first born how much you are going to miss not only them, but their activities when they are gone. So this year, I can’t help but be thankful that last year I didn’t miss a game.

You guys know I am a huge fan of football but I am also a big fan of high school basketball. Maybe it’s because all of my boys have played since they were little and two of them continued to play in high school, maybe it’s because we have a basketball court in our back yard and I adore seeing the boys and their friends play, maybe it’s because I was a basketball cheerleader all through my high school years and loved the fast pace of the game. Whatever it is, I know that there is nothing like the feel of a high school gym packed out with people waiting on the game to start. There is an energy and excitement that nothing else matches. It also doesn’t hurt that it’s inside… you know I hate the cold!

What I won’t miss is the stress! I just can’t help it, if I have a dog in the hunt I’m not a calm person. I get super excited and really love the intensity of a fast paced game but people, when one of my boys is on the team it is S T R E S S F U L!! Now, I can’t tell you what the team’s record was last year, but I know there were far too many close games. Games that were decided by last minute shots and overtime… knowing we would either be crazy happy or devastated the whole ride home. No, I won’t miss that part of the game.

What I will miss the most is the car ride home which consisted of good food (that had to be bad for us!) and great conversation. There is nothing like the residual energy after a game, win or lose. We’d be driving home from wherever and get to have some of the best talks ever. So this year as the season gets started I’ll be a bit sad knowing all the conversations that won’t take place and all the really good food that was oh so bad for us that won’t be eaten!! Taco Bell anyone??




T G I F… funny how we all know what that means: Thank God It’s Friday! I don’t really remember when it happened but at some point in my life I began to look so forward to Friday. Maybe it was because Friday was the night you’d get to have sleepovers with your friends and possibly go to the high school football or basketball game even though you were just in middle school. Friday meant you could stay up late because Saturday mornings were for sleeping in (we didn’t have Saturday morning sporting events when I was little- Praise God!) Friday’s were typically pizza lunches at school and dinner out at Bonanza or the Western Steer. The best part is, Fridays just got better and better as I got older. People, there is just NOTHING like Friday night high school football, whether you’re a cheerleader, band member, part of the team or just a fan in the stands. Even now I’ll hear a certain song or cheer and be instantly transported to the sidelines at Central High School in Carrollton, Ga. There was just so much to love about Fridays growing up!

I still love Fridays but for different reasons. I get to see my Friday morning girls at Bible Study. I get to stay up as late as I want because I can sleep in Saturday morning. There is high school football in the fall and high school basketball in the winter. Plus, now that I’m grown I get to choose the restaurant and there is always a good Mexican place with hot cheese dip!

Hmmmm….. now that I think about, Fridays really haven’t changed all that much. Maybe that’s what I really love about Fridays, they make me feel like I did when I was kid. Well except for the fact that Dad no longer gives me a twenty as I’m walking out the door to pay for everything… oh, well you can’t win them all. TGIF people… TGIF!!