March 19, 2014

my march madness

Blogger's Note: In honor of March Madness, I'm sharing a post previously written for Good Humor Girl back in 2012 at the end of basketball season. It was written while I was sharing a house with both of my older brothers, and as the younger sister, it was my responsibility to be a brat whenever possible. Quick note: I understand the difference between the NCAA tournament and the NBA's tourney, which this was written about. But I figured the sentiments are about the same. Enjoy.


The end of basketball season is here. Thank God.

I am a girl who likes her sports. I struggled to write on Saturdays and Sundays during National Novel Writing Month, because football season was in its peak. And even though my beloved Cubbies never do much, September and October have to be some of the most exciting months of sports watching. I even devote hours to watching golf or Sports Center with my broomies.

But when basketball season rolls around, I tune out. Maybe my aversion to the game started when another girl pushed me down and I skinned my knees during my middle school leagues. Maybe I find the constant squeaking and running back and forth exhausting. Maybe I hate having to watch the Lakers game every Christmas. I do not know. Basketball just does not do it for me.

Imagine my horror when this winter one of my broomies announced basketball was his new favorite sport. I know he was bummed by his favorite football team’s lackluster season (he is a Colts fan, poor dear), and our local TV rarely features hockey. I feel his pain, I really do.

But why did he have to make basketball his alpha sport? Was he punishing me for not unloading the dishwasher promptly or mowing the lawn? When I lived on my own, I preferred to leave the clean dishes in until the dirty ones in the sink outnumber them, but I changed. And we renegotiated lawn duty. I pull weeds for half an hour every week, and the broomies will deal with the mowing business. See, living together is easy. All it takes is compromise.

Unfortunately, when it comes to sports, compromise is off the table.

I mourned the NBA settling its collective bargaining agreement at the eleventh hour. For one shining moment, I thought we would have a blissful year free from pro basketball.

I celebrated when both of my broomies’ favorite teams lost early in the play-offs. Apparently, that does not matter. Those boys kept watching, even after one broomie said he wished both teams playing would lose.

Basketball season was not a complete bust for me, though. Being a younger sister, I had years of practice and natural instinct on my side, which enabled me to be as annoying as humanly possible.

For example, during the tournament’s second round, I taught myself Spanish – in the same room they watched the games.

El equipo juega mal.
The team plays badly.

Mi hermano es enojado.
My brother is mad.

No me gustan huevos verdes y jamón. No me gustan ellos Sam que Soy.
I do not like green eggs and ham. I do not like them, Sam I Am.

In the finals, I cheered for the Heat, because, as I told the broomies, ESPN showed footage of Lebron James reading The Hunger Games. I loved The Hunger Games. The annoyed looks I received gave me more joy than anything else all season.

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2 comments:

  1. Great post! I am actually not a NBA fan at all, but I'll keep tabs on college basketball and when March Madness rolls around, I'm all in! I think I'm just too competitive because my friends and I get in a bracket pool LOL!

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  2. More proof that we're sisters-from-another-mother. HATE basketball. College, pro, intramural... all of it. HATE it. I've tried to like it, but the squeaky shoes and the whiny players are deal-breakers. My husband likes basketball (although it's not his alpha sport, thank GOODNESS), and he even wants to fill out a billion-dollar bracket during this March Madness. Ugh. I started to make fun of him for it, but if he does have a perfect bracket and wins, I want to be able to help him spend that money, so... I'll keep my mouth shut until the first round, when he's knocked out of the running. ;)

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