I love sports! Well, mostly basketball, college basketball. My husband and I like watching games on TV, and we also like to go to championship games, whenever possible around the U.S. However, that’s become more difficult to do now that we are parents of little ones.
The first game we took our daughter to was a first round National College Athletic Association (NCAA) tournament game when she was only 2 years old. We weren’t planning on attending because we already had plans, but it turned out that our plans fell through at the last-minute.
So, after a few clicks on Stub Hub, a secondary ticket vendor, we had tickets to the game, and we were updating our Facebook statuses to see who else was going to be there. (more…)
Recently, I spent a nervous evening in front of the television, decked out in red and white attire and was almost swayed back into religion, as I hoped for a miracle in New Orleans. Despite the Superdome being the home stadium of the Saints, no miracle was to be found for my team, the Arkansas Razorbacks.
At the end of the game, as I watched the dejected faces of the team mirroring my own frown, I wondered what message was being sent to my two boys.
As a true Southerner in America, the fierce spirit of competition runs through my veins. In Arkansas, we are raised believing in God, the Flag and our Hogs (the team, not the animal). I have grown away from the first two, but the third one remains my passion.
As the mother of two athletic, high energy boys, I have encouraged them, sometimes a bit rabidly, to participate in sports… (more…)