Be yourself; Everyone else is already taken.
— Oscar Wilde.
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Be yourself; Everyone else is already taken.
— Oscar Wilde.
This is the first post on my new blog. I’m just getting this new blog going, so stay tuned for more. Subscribe below to get notified when I post new updates.
I used to despise basketball. I never played it, never watched it growing up. In college I had a roommate absolutely crazy for college basketball. The TV was on non stop during March Madness. It gave me headaches. I tried to embrace it somewhat, but whenever I watched it I could not tell when there was a foul or not a foul. It all looked the same to me- lots of grabbing at each other. Just seemed like a very annoying sport to play.

Fast forward fifteen years… my son starts playing basketball. Then he REALLY starts playing basketball. Practices several nights a week. Club teams with tournaments year round. Road trips up and down the west coast. My life became dominated with basketball. Sitting through games got me to truly understand the sport. It is amazing how love and adoration of your child can completely alter your thoughts on a topic. I now love basketball, and it is slowly replacing football as my favorite sport. All those hours in the car with my son became such cherished times and the setting of valuable conversations. Parents would moan about another tournament in Seattle or spending Mother’s Day in a smelly gym. For me, there is no place I’d rather be. Watching my son work for and achieve success on the court was the best experience. Also watching him handle defeat with grace made me feel really good as a parent.

I knew the end was coming but I didn’t realize the basketball part of it would hit me so hard. He graduated high school last year and went away to college. FAR away, to St. Louis. I missed him terribly of course, but almost as much- There were no more games to attend. I had a huge basketball void. And despite still having three children at home, working part time, and taking online classes, I had all this time that I wasn’t watching basketball. I started watching TrailBlazers games more than usual. I got hooked. I recorded them when I wasn’t able to watch live. Playoffs came around and I bought two tickets and took my nine year old to game 1 against the Thunder. Now he was hooked. I had a game watching buddy!

I rallied the entire house to cheer on the Blazers. I read every article I could find on the team. Searched out articles about each player. Damian especially. I grew to have a huge amount of respect for the person he was off the court. An old interview with him summed it up perfectly when he spoke on the pressure of playing in the NBA. As only Dame could put it, he cooly explained:
“Pressure, nah. Fam, this is just playing ball. Pressure is the homeless man, who doesn’t know where his next meal is coming from. Pressure is the single mom, who is trying to scuffle and pay her rent. We get paid a lot of money to play a game. Don’t get me wrong – there are challenges. But to call it pressure is almost an insult to regular people.”
Dame has amazing perspective and poise for a young person in a high profile position. He gets the big picture and treats each individual with respect.
Damian was awarded a Citizenship award for his community outreach programs in Portland. https://www.oregonlive.com/blazers/2019/06/portland-trail-blazers-damian-lillard-earns-j-walter-kennedy-citizenship-award-citizenship-award-from-writers-association.html
Dame and the Blazers saved me. I might have cried all through basketball season without them. They gave me something to cheer for and helped me feel connected to my son while he was 2,000 miles away. Only 86 days til season kicks off. And I’ll be rocking my RIP CITY shirt when it does.
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