tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15597838029866903472011-04-21T19:31:19.306-07:00The joys and dramas of having a child on a sports teamBBall Momnoreply@blogger.comBlogger51100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559783802986690347.post-46786693080877122902008-10-17T20:05:00.000-07:002008-10-21T12:25:41.408-07:00

As I was sitting in the stands tonight, watching my daughter's team get beat not by the other girls on the court, but by the refs (and no, I am not one of those parents that blames every bad pass and missed shot on someone else), I realized that all refs fall into three basic categories:The Left Wing Refs: These refs are generally good hearted people. They enjoy their job and get a kick out of

BBall Momnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559783802986690347.post-5384081232184183372008-09-13T07:41:00.001-07:002008-09-15T19:31:17.064-07:00

At the height of basketball season, a team can be on the road every single weekend for months at a time. Which means you spend those two precious, work-free days a week with the same parents and kids, driving for sometimes up to four hours to stay in a second-rate hotel, eating fast food, and discovering that your butt really can go numb after sitting too long on wooden bleachers.Each weekend was

BBall Momnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559783802986690347.post-54443680896892141262008-09-12T17:36:00.000-07:002008-09-12T18:13:55.980-07:00

Did you know there are rules to being a basketball mom? Yeah, I didn't either. I assumed that I showed up at games, cheered for the players that had the same color jerseys as my daughter and wrote a check when directed. Not the case.You see, I work outside of the home. I would never say I'm a working mom because that's just redundant. If you're a mom, you work. Some of us are just lucky enough to

BBall Momnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559783802986690347.post-28350130994557835132008-09-12T13:20:00.000-07:002008-09-12T13:58:06.295-07:00

As a mother, there is no worse pain in the world than watching your child in pain. Our daughter knew this was a tryout situation going into it. But how much does a child really understand there is a possibility that she might not make the team? And how do you explain it to her when she doesn't?When the second coach called to say, "Maybe next season. Have her spend some time in the gym," my

BBall Momnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559783802986690347.post-74700638482625637192008-09-12T12:51:00.001-07:002008-09-12T13:09:10.375-07:00

My daughter showed an interest in athletics at an early age. Or perhaps, it is better stated that we, her parents, showed in interest in her athletics at an early age. At the age of three, she had jerseys for our respective football teams, and at the age of four, she could name at least three players on those teams. Her big Christmas present that year was a Little Tykes basketball goal.At the age

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