Scoring a touchdown in the last four seconds of the basketball game

I’m slightly sports challenged. And by slightly I mean I do know a touchdown is something that happens in football and a home run is something that happens in baseball. But aside from that I’m pretty clueless.

Lee just loves it when I watch football with him [which, lucky for him, is rare]. Every other play I’m all like “what’s first down?” or “why is that little yellow line in the middle of the screen?” or “what’s a safety?” Lee’s always really patient with the first couple of questions. Then I can start to sense a little irritation in his voice until eventually he loses it and snaps, “Don’t you have some home decorating show to watch in the other room?”

This is why he had to make himself a “man cave” in the garage.

Today I snuck out of work for 45 minutes to go watch Keaton play basketball. He told me to be there by 3pm because he’s a starter. As usual I was late. I didn’t get their until about ten minutes after 3. Keaton had already played and was sitting on the bench. I found a very not-comfy seat on the bleachers to watch the remainder of the game.

At the beginning of the second quarter I saw him look around like he was looking for somebody. Was he looking for me? I was just two rows behind him and slightly to his right, but he didn’t look at me.

At the beginning of the third quarter he was looking around again. I was pretty sure he was looking for me. My heart was breaking a little bit because I knew he was thinking I wasn’t there even though I told him I would be. But then I didn’t want to make a big scene by yelling out his name and waving my arms like a maniac. There’s a fine line between being a loving mom who comes to your games and being a totally insane mom who embarrassing you in front of all your friends.

So I just sat there and stared him down. My thinking was that eventually he would feel the heat of my eyes burning in to his shoulder and turn around to see me. And apparently it worked because after a few minutes he started to look around again. Only this time he saw me out of the corner of his eye and waved at me.

Keaton went back in to the game for the fourth quarter. He played the whole quarter. And I watched the whole thing, with my head swinging back and forth as I watched him run down the court and back.

When we got home Keaton asked me, “Did you see my four rebounds?”

I said, “Yeah, I watched the whole fourth quarter. But what’s a rebound?”

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