Basketball Chronicles: Thoughts from Game 1

Hubby's first game as varsity coach was this past Thursday, and I was able to attend and cheer him on. The games are played in a church that is converted into a gym -- no, more specifically, it's a gym that has a stage and chairs, which is where the church service is held on Sundays. But every other day of the week, it's a gym. It's odd. And besides that, there is apparently a force field around the building that makes it impossible to pick up a cell phone signal, pretty much across the board for everyone attending. I suspect it was a way to keep church goers from texting, tweeting or accessing sports scores. I was sitting by myself and unable to communicate with the outside world, so instead of Tweeting my thoughts, I typed them all into the memo pad on my phone, and now I'll share them with y'all.

• The opposing team are on my last ever-loving nerve. They are loud, rude and smelly.
• It's pathetic that people are not more supportive of this team. Only 15 people here, and they keep walking around instead of watching.
• Hubby: You are very loud when you yell. 
• The one kid throwing up unnecessary 3s needs to be benched. That's an official decision from the stands.
• By "stands", I mean the chairs lined up on the stage of the church.
• Mercy, from what holler did they dig this other team up?
• OMG I seriously cannot handle this. My blood pressure is out of control. Just kick their butts already.
• These little boys' legs are too skinny to be running this fast. It's too much. Someone is going to get hurt.
• Oh, look, someone just got hurt.
• Oh, look, he forgot that he was hurt about 5 minutes after he got hurt. Good thing teenagers are resilient. 

And then it was halftime, so I got out my BHG Magazine.

And then it started and I tried to watch, but sometimes got distracted by BHG Magazine. I'm sure he really didn't expect me to pay attention the whole time.

• Wonder how long it takes the Dad who is cheering for the other team to fix his hair in the mornings. Probably too long for someone over 45.
• To that guy: You look ridiculous. You're not 20. Get over yourself.

It was at this point I got a little bored and wrote a haiku about my work pager:

What's that beeping sound?
The sound of work happening.
Don't hate the pager.

Then back to my random thoughts:

• It smells like sweat in here. What if it's me?  More likely that it's the teens playing ball. But you never know.
• Hubby MAKE THEM QUIT TRAVELLIINNNGGGG.
• Ok, up by 30 they should win, but this is no time to relax.
• Being a coach's wife is HARD.

The did won by 30 and I was able to relax, but seriously?  Sports stress me out! I just knew that if they lost, it would be sullen and sad at my house for DAYS. Thank God for a win.