Yesterday… and… Today

Yesterday was the great “day in sports.” Fly fishing, soccer, I had it all!

So, this morning I woke up with a huge smile on my face. I can’t exactly remember what I said, but with a cheery voice I was big about it all (Something like: “Sure, Lindsay, you go to Atlanta, I’ll take care of my sweet, sick precious little girl. You go have a good time with the boys.”)

But tonight reality has sunk in. The day has quickly diminished, the smiles are gone & the emotional vault at my “sports bank” has quickly been drained. Here’s a log of what’s happened tonight:

7:15pm – The phone rings. I pause the “Cheaper by the Dozen” DVD that Kate & I are watching at home. It’s Lindsay. She’s calling me from the Philips Arena where she is about to watch the Atlanta Hawks take on our Dallas Mavericks (with Sterling & my nephew, Alex). She’s already apologizing profusely for OUR DECISION, while she is nibbling on her pasta & sipping her wine in the Center Club. I hang up the phone & look up the Philips Arena online. I find this -

“The Center Club is an exclusive fine dining establishment for Club Seat and Suite Holders. The Center Club is an excellent place to entertain clients, celebrate special events, or simply relax before and during an event.”

7:41pm – Lindsay calls but I miss it. I call her back. No answer. I’m sure she’s sitting in her seat & cannot hear the phone ringing amidst all the pre-game hoopla.

7:46pm – I called again.

7:52pm – I called again. Oh, what’s the use!

8:02pm – My sister-in-law called me to ask me if we get Turner South. I said “no, why?” She said that Alex and Sterling are waving their arms at the camera.

8:22pm – Lindsay called me from her seat. But she clarifies that it’s not a seat… IT’S A FOLDING CHAIR… on the court! (The chair formerly known as “my chair.”) The noise is too loud for her to hear Kate & I screaming in the phone. So she begins to give us the play-by-play. She says that they are sitting directly behind the owners of the Hawks. She keeps commenting that there’s a lot of “cush” on this folding chair & that it’s really comfortable. She then says that Dirk Nowitzki just hit a three-pointer directly in front of her. She says that the players are all really, really big.

(We hang up the phone and stare at it for a minute. I look at Kate & she looks at me. We both sigh over the fact that Kate is sick. Well, I guess we both are now.)

9:36pm - Lindsay calls and tells me it’s a 1-point game. She still can’t hear me so I just have to listen to it all.

Yesterday was the great “day in sports.”  But now…

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