March Madness Momma Style

Posted on | March 13, 2010 | 6 Comments

I was born and raised in North Carolina. As a result, I am a die. hard. basketball fan. And some of you may not get that. I realized when I moved to Orlando after college that there are places in the universe where you don’t get to watch the ACC tournament or the NCAA tourney on televisions during class or at your office. There are even people who don’t *gasp* CARE about college basketball.

I assume these people exist but I choose not to surround myself with them. ACC Basketball is a way of life. It’s… a religion. When I was growing up we literally watched the tournament in class. Seriously. Both in Middle School and High School. And if you had a teacher who wouldn’t let you watch, you could always count on the library to have it playing or worst case scenario, afternoon announcements would have the scores.

As a result of all of that, I love basketball. I’m not sure that “love” actually covers it. I adore basketball. I LIVE for basketball. And I take it *possibly* a bit too seriously. In law school I had a “game night” at my apartment and we were playing some game, I can’t remember what, but one of the girls drew a card that told her to mimic someone at the table. She chose me and her mimicry consisted of standing up, screaming obscenities which bore some fleeting reference to basketball and chucking her shoe at the television. That’s how I do basketball.

And as a graduate of UNC, I’m not just a basketball fan, I’m a CAROLINA basketball fan. Normally, that means I have a full season, November through April to enjoy my favorite team playing my favorite sport. Not so this year, but I won’t get in to that. You can imagine what poor Husband has to deal with six months out of the year. I’m a beast to be around during games when we’re losing.

Case in point, let’s return to Thursday night. UNC was playing for their lives… well, their basketball lives. We’ve had one of the worst seasons ever so our only shot at the NCAA tournament was a full-on win in the ACC tournament. We were up the whole first half. “Coincidentally” Husband was in the nursery for the majority of the first half, putting J to bed. Husband came back into the living room right around the start of the second half and simultaneously we began to lose.

I don’t play around with losing. I begged. I pleaded. I did everything short of dragging him by the hand. But Husband would. not. return to the nursery to sit for the remainder of the second half. And so we lost. (Yes. I totally blame Husband for that.) I was mad at him for at least thirty minutes after the game, too.

I give you this extensive background of my love obsession perfectly normal appreciation for basketball, so that you can understand a deep seated fear I have. Husband was not a basketball fan before marrying me. I have since turned him to the light, but he still can take it or leave it. I don’t know what I will do if J hates basketball. Honestly. He doesn’t have to be a star player, Lord knows I never was, but what on Earth will I do if he detests it? I don’t just love basketball… I LOVE basketball.

It’s not just basketball… I’m terrified that I won’t “get” my son. I already feel like I’m at a disadvantage by not having, well, BEEN a boy. Ever. What if he doesn’t like anything I like? How am I going to find a way to feign interest in stuff he likes if I think it’s stupid??? I’m scared, not that he’ll like stupid stuff, but that I won’t be able to relate to him because of the things he may like. Does that make any sense at all? I hope I will love him no matter what he loves and I’m sure that I will, right? Right? Because I’m worried.

I suppose as long as he’s not a Duke fan we’ll get along fine…

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6 Responses to “March Madness Momma Style”

  1. HarmSkills
    March 13th, 2010 @ 1:38 pm

    yeah basketball… I dont get it! I live in NYC, we have professional teams… but dont look too closley at my blog, my son is wearing a "State" jersey… it was all walmart had when we went to NC

    but I hear ya on not being a boy, or getting what its like to have a boy, but I do love that in my family of three, I am the girl, the queen… and I love seeing the lil guy be rough and tumble and trying to nuture his senstative side.

    And at least you wont have to buy him a coach hand bag or juicy track suit when he is 8

  2. Eliza
    March 13th, 2010 @ 4:32 pm

    Hi! Ok, love the fact that you quote Steel Mags on your blog. I found your blog via #FF from Metta on Twitter. I love it. I've just gone back and read some of your older posts. They are wonderful, and relatable. I'm a new follower!!!
    And realy, don't throw shoes at the tv…."here, hit Weezer! I mean it, M'lynn, knock her lights out!!!".

  3. Mommy C
    March 13th, 2010 @ 4:44 pm

    I spent the first 25 years of my life without college basketball and I had no idea what I was missing. I grew up in a wrestling house and basketball was that "other sport" that happened in the winter- we never watched it, never talked about it, it just didn't exist to us. My husband on the other hand grew up in Portland and was a Blazers fan, then he spent high school and college in Kansas and became a Jayhawks fan. So when I met him the easiest way for me to impress him was to watch basketball with him. Little did I know that I would quickly fall in love with the sport as well. Now I am the one making sure games are on the tivo, dressing our son up in Jayhawk gear, and shouting at the tv when our #1 ranked team starts off a game with their heads up their butts. 🙂

    So I may not completely understand what it was like to grow up in Carolina as a basketball fan, but I get the desire to pass it on to your son. It is an amazing thing to be a basketball fan and it would be a shame not to be able to share it with him. That being said, when kids are little, they like what their parents like (for the most part). If you tell him it is a big deal, dress him up in Tar Heel stuff, and explain the game to him…I bet he falls in love too.

    Oh and I totally would blame your husband for the loss… 😉

  4. Diana
    March 13th, 2010 @ 5:36 pm

    I don't understand basketball and I've really tried. 🙁
    ::runs in terror to hide in a dark corner::

  5. ~*Jess*~
    March 13th, 2010 @ 6:07 pm

    LOL!!! We actually went to Pinehurst in 2007 and it was awesome. I loved all the piney woods out there. We also visited *gulp* Duke. It's a gorgeous campus!!!

    Anyway the hub is watching Bball right now. My alma mater is battling for the C-USA Championship (UTEP). Happy Basketball 🙂

  6. Anonymous
    March 16th, 2010 @ 8:10 pm

    As long as he doesn't become a Duke fan, then you'll find plenty to relate with him. Seriously, I'd rather DS and DD hate basketball than have them love Duke basketball. KWIM?

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