I played basketball when I was young and our son played when he was in high school. I love to play the game and I love to watch it even more.
But I do easily lose myself and get caught up in the excitement. When our son played my husband would sometimes not sit with me.
I get a little vocal with the referees. My father was a referee for years, and I know they have the hardest job on the court, and I could never do it myself, and all that – but honestly – sometimes I wonder… And I often express my questions and concerns out loud.
I have not kept up with teams much this year but tonight I sat down to watch a televised game between two teams that do not mean much to me. But soon I chose sides.
”How can that not be a foul? Of course he missed the shot. That guy was in his face like a gnat,” I shouted at the TV.
“A gnat?” My husband muttered.
”Look at that! Yeah you better call a foul. He was over his back like a hood. Just go ahead and cover his face, why don’t you?”
”A hood? Really?” my husband said as he shook his head.
I still got it. Madness comes out in March.