No one was probably noticing how fashionable I was last night as the Hillcrest Boys Basketball Team won the Section 6A Boys Basketball Championship.
Just so you know, I was wearing a red and white boa curled around my neck once because, hey, that baby is looonnngggg.
But what a fashion statement!
As the boys and Hillcrest students took to the floor after the win, I could be seen bobbing and weaving through the fray, hugging players, fans and parents.
What a win! The last time we were heading to state was in 2001. Our sons, Wayne and JP were on that team. And now its our Andy.
But at Hillcrest, it doesn't matter if you really have a child on the team. We are all family! And that family has been out in droves as this group of talented, spiritual guys have marched towards state!
And my constant companion has been this red and white boa.
Nine years is a long time in boa years. Boa years. Similar to dog years, I think. And for nine years, I have to admit, that boa is looking pretty good!
And so, as we make our plans for the week and plan our packing, the boa is at the top of the list of "must haves."
Because, really, can a girl, especially Mom Stender, NOT be seen without her boa?
I mean, really!
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Thursday, March 4, 2010
The missing 30 seconds
I saw Coach Brue last Tuesday as I was picking up Jose at Hillcrest last Tuesday.
As Jose was telling me of his homework, I pressed the down button for the car window and called to Charlie, "Hey, good luck on the game tonight. Neither Doug nor I can be there but we'll be listening on the radio."
"Thanks," he said.
The Hillcrest girls had their first tourney game in Belgrade. I had to be home, working on stories for the ag paper as Jose would finish homework and Doug had to work at Take 5. Andy, of course, donned with a strange red headband and interesting red and white conglomeration outfit, would be in attendance cheering on the girls.
Before the game, I got my radio ready, turning it to 1250 on the am dial. The radio was blaring as I sat in front of the TV. My laptop on my, well, of course, lap as I reviewed story notes and the TV tuned, first to "24" and later, a switch to "Damages."
As Jack Bauer made his latest non-bathroom stop hour striving to save the U.S. from harm, the Hillcrest girls were in a close battle with Belgrade-Brooten-Elrosa. At one point they were ahead by 9 points. But, this seasoned sports-minded mom knows better than to rest on the laurels of an early lead in any sport. The fat lady definitely wasn't even warming her vocal chords and the score was whittling down to what became an ongoing battle over the lead.
Two points ahead here and two points behind there.
The tension was thick.
Then, as Jack was ending his latest hour on "24" and the Damages cast was assembling, the game went into overtime. Hey girls, I've always known you can do it! You are talented. Believe!
A few fouls and good freethrows put us ahead as the clock kept ticking. (Does a scoreboard actually tick? Well, you get the picture.)
And, as we managed to eke ahead, and with 30 seconds left in the game, the airwaves went silent. I mean, really really silent. As in...there was no more game on the radio. Gone was the announcers voice. Gone was the sound of fans chanting their cheers to encourage the players. Gone were even the commercials!
What happened? Did the world come to an end and I was the last to know? Second coming?
Suddenly a song came on the radio but no game highlights. A commercial quickly replaced the song followed by another commercial and yet another.
The station lost its radio feed.
Sheesh.
Of all the times to lose a signal!
I started to text Andy when Doug called from work where he'd also been listening to the game. He said he complained to the radio station where the night worker said they were working to return the signal.
Thanks, lady! By now the game is done. We need the final score!
Doug had also called Andy and learned the girls did indeed win - by six points!
They play against top local ranked Parkers Prarie. A tough match, but, as I said before, girls, just BELIEVE!
I've heard of the missing minutes in the Nixon tapes but the last 30 seconds of the girls basketball game? Hopefully that part of history will not repeat itself tonight.
Go Comets!
As Jose was telling me of his homework, I pressed the down button for the car window and called to Charlie, "Hey, good luck on the game tonight. Neither Doug nor I can be there but we'll be listening on the radio."
"Thanks," he said.
The Hillcrest girls had their first tourney game in Belgrade. I had to be home, working on stories for the ag paper as Jose would finish homework and Doug had to work at Take 5. Andy, of course, donned with a strange red headband and interesting red and white conglomeration outfit, would be in attendance cheering on the girls.
Before the game, I got my radio ready, turning it to 1250 on the am dial. The radio was blaring as I sat in front of the TV. My laptop on my, well, of course, lap as I reviewed story notes and the TV tuned, first to "24" and later, a switch to "Damages."
As Jack Bauer made his latest non-bathroom stop hour striving to save the U.S. from harm, the Hillcrest girls were in a close battle with Belgrade-Brooten-Elrosa. At one point they were ahead by 9 points. But, this seasoned sports-minded mom knows better than to rest on the laurels of an early lead in any sport. The fat lady definitely wasn't even warming her vocal chords and the score was whittling down to what became an ongoing battle over the lead.
Two points ahead here and two points behind there.
The tension was thick.
Then, as Jack was ending his latest hour on "24" and the Damages cast was assembling, the game went into overtime. Hey girls, I've always known you can do it! You are talented. Believe!
A few fouls and good freethrows put us ahead as the clock kept ticking. (Does a scoreboard actually tick? Well, you get the picture.)
And, as we managed to eke ahead, and with 30 seconds left in the game, the airwaves went silent. I mean, really really silent. As in...there was no more game on the radio. Gone was the announcers voice. Gone was the sound of fans chanting their cheers to encourage the players. Gone were even the commercials!
What happened? Did the world come to an end and I was the last to know? Second coming?
Suddenly a song came on the radio but no game highlights. A commercial quickly replaced the song followed by another commercial and yet another.
The station lost its radio feed.
Sheesh.
Of all the times to lose a signal!
I started to text Andy when Doug called from work where he'd also been listening to the game. He said he complained to the radio station where the night worker said they were working to return the signal.
Thanks, lady! By now the game is done. We need the final score!
Doug had also called Andy and learned the girls did indeed win - by six points!
They play against top local ranked Parkers Prarie. A tough match, but, as I said before, girls, just BELIEVE!
I've heard of the missing minutes in the Nixon tapes but the last 30 seconds of the girls basketball game? Hopefully that part of history will not repeat itself tonight.
Go Comets!
Splish, Splash, they were taking a (very fun) bath!
It was clearly bathtime at Wayne and Nancy's house last night as I entered their home. Giggles were erupting from the bathroom as Breiden and Kian splashed water at each other. Nancy stood in the doorway.
"It's just water, right?" she said.
She was doing a good job holding back from admonishing the boys from all the water spraying happening in the tub.
Me? Now in my gramma mode, I wasn't helping. I was wearing a grin at the boys' antics.
"Yep," I said. "It's just water."
Hey, Nancy, I understand your feelings. I remember, in a time frame that I like to think wasn't all that long ago (Okay, so it was. But time flies in the blink of an eye!) Well, I remember when the older two boys were knee high to grasshoppers, as they say, and they did their own share of splashing. I tried to keep the splashing to a minimum. I softly admonished. I had a towel ready to wipe up the spills on the floor and the splashes that would run down the walls.
It's a kid thing.
As we all age like fine wine (with a few wrinkles), we recall that exuberance of youth fondly, missing the days of wrapping the kids, fresh from a bath, in a soft towel and how sweet they smell. They look so different fresh from a bath, don't they?
Gone are the dirt smudges. Missing is the smear of peanut butter on their cheeks along with the kool aid mustache.
Ahhhhh. Those were the days... the days I now get to relive with the little ones.
"It's just water, right?" she said.
She was doing a good job holding back from admonishing the boys from all the water spraying happening in the tub.
Me? Now in my gramma mode, I wasn't helping. I was wearing a grin at the boys' antics.
"Yep," I said. "It's just water."
Hey, Nancy, I understand your feelings. I remember, in a time frame that I like to think wasn't all that long ago (Okay, so it was. But time flies in the blink of an eye!) Well, I remember when the older two boys were knee high to grasshoppers, as they say, and they did their own share of splashing. I tried to keep the splashing to a minimum. I softly admonished. I had a towel ready to wipe up the spills on the floor and the splashes that would run down the walls.
It's a kid thing.
As we all age like fine wine (with a few wrinkles), we recall that exuberance of youth fondly, missing the days of wrapping the kids, fresh from a bath, in a soft towel and how sweet they smell. They look so different fresh from a bath, don't they?
Gone are the dirt smudges. Missing is the smear of peanut butter on their cheeks along with the kool aid mustache.
Ahhhhh. Those were the days... the days I now get to relive with the little ones.
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