So last night our local basketball team was playing in the district finals. I have managed to get out of going to all the games, except one.
My hugsum loves basketball. All our children played and I faithfully went to all the games I could. (er - couldn't get out of, I should have said)
I enjoy watching the kids play. I enjoy basketball more than any other sport (that's not really saying much)
I realized WHY I don't like to go... it turns me into a bad person. I get so angry at the officials (yes, I want to curse them and spit on them... not a good witness, here)
Also, I know too much about how the game should be played after about 20 years watching my kids play and hearing coaching from the sidelines...
So, when I see dumb moves and bad plays, I get frustrated.
We were watching a game before OUR guys played. I was very vocal about a particular player last night. The team was winning until they put in #25. She was full of enthusiasm and heart, but she was not guarding her person, she made lots of mistakes and jacked the ball up every time she got it - always missing the basket and losing the ball. This happened over and over and over. They eventually went from a 10 point lead to losing by 10!... I credit it all to that #25.
After the game was over, the couple RIGHT in front of us happened to turn around and look at me.... ouch... I wanted to fall in a hole - I think they were her parents!!!! YIKES .... what a dummy and heel I felt like. I was so sorry that I had allowed my opinions and criticism to come out of my mouth and hurt someone...
I have sworn off basketball. I can't handle the pressure and don't like the person I am when I'm at the games... it's so sad and so bad... I hate it when I SEE myself...
Gotta do more work... gotta get back on my negativity fast for Lent - hasn't gone so well. Wish I had given up chocolate!