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I’m Not That Crazy

Most of the time, I am a pretty reasonable, responsible, sedate adult woman.

Most of the time, I do act my age (all of it – all 28 years) or better. In fact, one of my friends in her late 30s has actually mentioned feeling like we just “click” and relate well to each other because I’m so mature for my late 20s (a time in which many, I suppose, still have a predilection for Girls Gone Wild and one-night stands with inappropriate men).

But, anyway, most of the time I act in totally responsible adult ways – paying the bills on time, calculating the per ounce price of generic versus brand name green beans, driving close to the speed limit. There’s just one area where I can’t seem to control myself, and where my personality does a U-turn.

It’s when I decide to accost teenage boys.

Now, it’s not quite as nefarious as it sounds. I’m not showing up on their doorsteps dressed in nothing but a trench coat and waiting to lure them into all manner of vice.

No, I accost them right out in the street, or in the gym, wherever I happen to see them.

There’s probably a technical name for this sickness, you know, something like Beiber Fever (not that I would ever dream of throwing myself at Justin Beiber – perish the long-haired effeminate thought). But, at the root of it is this – I’m just too proud of my alma mater.

Yes, I can’t keep from spewing admiration and word vomit at the high school students being recruited to play marquee sports at my university. On two occasions, I’m not proud to say, I’ve actually REACHED. OUT. AND. TOUCHED. THESE. KIDS. (on the arm, don’t get too weirded out) without permission.

My voice goes to an unnaturally high pitch and I squeak out some brilliance like, “Hey – welcome to BU!” at a pitch that makes dogs whimper. I get giddy about this. I consider it a celebrity sighting. Seriously, if you asked me whether I’d rather meet Kobe Bryant or the player I accosted recently (whose name I can’t write because I might die of EMBARASSMENT), the choice is unmistakable. I’m going for the 17-year-old kid who was probably being born about 30 miles away from my home town with I was in fifth grade.

I had the chance to meet (and by meet, I mean follow, track down and tap on the arm) the previously mentioned player recently. Shame of shame, I recognized his face from too much Twitter and online research. At least, I thought he looked familiar, and when I saw his name printed on the back of his All-Star jersey, I went in for the kill. What brilliant statement did I use to attract his attention? “We’re looking forward to watching you play at [school name] next year.” If there were a Pulitzer for introductions, that one would have undoubtedly been a unanimous winner. But, it gets better. He smiled, he was gracious and he took in my husband’s neon highlighter shirt with [school name] blazoned across it with a smile (By the way, the only reason said husband wasn’t the first person to approach this player with a fanboy attitude was that he probably had his nose buried in his player memorization flash cards. If only that approach worked in law school as well as it does for learning rosters).

Of course, just shouting out the kid on the street wasn’t enough. I also immediately, before even getting to the car, had to find him via my mobile phone and tweet him, saying, “Hey, I just met you, and yes I’m crazy. But you go to my school. So follow me maybe.” Or something of that nature.

This wasn’t even the worst of my collegiate athlete celebrity encounters. On the very worst, I forced my college student sister to take a picture with a high-ranking incoming player. Okay, multiple pictures with multiple high-ranking, signed recruits. With her camera. While I waxed eloquent about “Oh my gosh, we’re so excited you’re coming here next year.” You know, a reprise of that speech that won me the verbal Pulitzer. She was furious.

But I never really pay attention to anything said by a 19-year-old wearing a t-shirt with a cat on it. Really – surely I don’t look that crazy.




I’ve loved them since before this duo graced the court.

Since the three J’s.

Through the miseries of the 90s. Through the heart-breaking ’06 finals. Through years and years and different combinations of players who were just almost, but not quite, there.

And finally…this team made it happen. Why?

Because of loyalty. Because substance triumphs over style. Because the Big One chose loyalty to his team over flash and “Decisions” and what not.

Because 13 years ago, a young German kid came to America with big dreams, a big work ethic and big ideas of loyalty to teammates and friends.

And from that season, he grew up. He changed. He had short hair; he had long hair. He played all-star, MVP-level basketball with taunts and accusations flying at him. He played with cool, Teutonic levelheadedness. He played with another player’s teeth embedded in his elbow, still making perfect free throws. In fact, his free throw shooting is part of what marks him as one of the best to ever play. He played with a 102-degree fever, while LeBron and D-Whistle mocked him for the cameras, insinuating that he might fake an illness because he was afraid of them. But, obviously, he knows no fear.

And finally, after 13 years, he walked away last night with this.

When the Mavs won, the first thing I did after the rejoicing stilled at our house was to call my 75-year-old grandmother. Obviously, a love for sports is hereditary in my family, as she said, “I’ve been laughing, crying, everything over here. I can hardly believe it.” She was almost too excited to even stay on the phone.

Living in Spurs Country for the past two years has been difficult. But this long-awaited, hard-fought, underdog-style victory makes up for it. How sweet it is to finally see our Mavericks carry home the trophy. How sweet it is to see Dirk vindicated from the taunts of being soft and not being able to finish. And, how sweet it is to watch a reporter ask “King James” if he choked and watch his arrogance in deferring that question to Dwayne Wade, as if it’s beneath his notice to discuss the fact that, yes, he did actually choke and let his team down.

I’ve been a Mavs fan for almost 27 long years, and this finals championship is the sweetest gift a sports fanatic girl like me could receive.




*All photos are linked back to the locations where I found them on the Internet.

Claw and Antler Poll

Yesterday was epic in the world of basketball – for me at least.

I am now hoping that today will be the most epically amazing day of my baseball fan career.

Cheering on these guys tomorrow!

 I wish I were cheering them on in person, and if we weren’t currently a law school family, we probably would have taken time off and spent money to attend at least one of the games. But, alas, we are in school and impoverished.

Instead, to commemorate the day and bring Texas Rangers awareness to my friends across the nation, I’ve put together a quick poll. Who’s the best looking Ranger player?

Cast your vote in the comments:

Boyish Derek Holland?

Photo from fantasybaseballgeeks.com

Quirky CJ Wilson? (Although he almost didn’t make it on this list after last game)

from twitter.com/str8edgeracer

Always exuberant Elvis Andrus?

from Photobucket.com

Boy-next-door Ian Kinsler?

Reformed bad boy Josh Hamilton?

Your write-in votes are also accepted in this poll. 🙂  

Seriously, though, you have no idea how wonderful this season and series has been to us lifelong, and long suffering, Rangers fans. So, get your claw and antlers ready and send some good thoughts to the Texas Rangers tomorrow evening!

PS While we’re at it, we might as well go for a trifecta of awesomeness. Are you listening, college football?

A Little Help from my Friends

Okay, I need some help from you lovely blog-friends.

As you may or may not have surmised, I have a little bit of a college football obsession (ha – obviously kidding there – I’m a raving lunatic every Saturday). I’m always happy when I check out my LegallyMarried twitter account on Saturdays because you guys are all (or a majority of you at least) tweeting about your respective teams. Or, like New Teacher New Wife, giving me a prize that reflects MY favorite team. 🙂

Sooo….now, I need your assistance to win some tickets to a very big upcoming game. How, you may ask, can you help me? There is currently a contest on an up-and-coming new sports website called Holy Turf. They are giving away tickets to a big game for my team next month. I actually came across the site through a tweet and it looks like it has promise. The site focuses primarily on the SEC (and I know there are several big SEC — read: Crimson Tide — fans among my blog friends) and the Big 12 — yeah Big 12!

They also have a section that talks about Game Day fashion, tasty tailgate recipes, etc. One thing that I do want to tell the site creator is that I don’t care for that section being titled “For Women” because many of the women I know are extremely avid sports fans and don’t necessarily need terminology tips. I think the tailgate snack tips are great, especially because I’m always looking for game day recipes, and I love that the blog creator is incorporating women into a traditionally male-dominated area, but I think the section should be titled differently and shouldn’t take the attitude that women are chilling in the kitchen during the game. But that’s my one tiny disparagement. Other than that, I think Holy Turf looks cool and has a lot of promise.

What do I need you to do to help me out? Just click over from my blog to the Holy Turf site (notice how many times I’m making it clickable for your convenience?). Everytime that you click over, I’ll be entered into the drawing for the tickets, and I am determined to win!

I wish I could say, “If you click through, you’ll be entered in a contest to win this FABULOUS prize!” But since I just found out about this last night, I don’t have a prize handy. So, what I’ll say is this…. in appreciation for the help you are going to provide me in upping my odds to attend this game (remember, we’re a law school family on a budget and tickets are expensive!!), get sunburned and scream like a maniac, I will post a fun giveaway tomorrow! That will give me time to go find something superbly cute and fun ASAP.

So, will you do it? Start clicking, my friends!

Ten Days: Day Three

Day Three: Eight things you couldn’t live without.

1) College basketball. Yeah, I may have mentioned this a few times before. But, March Madness is my very favorite thing in my entire calendar year. And I love my college team. A lot. I may have mentioned that also.

2) My iPhone. I never would have thought I was the kind of girl who would LOVE an iPhone. I’m not much of a gadget girl, even though I do love social media. But I have my iPhone on hand pretty much any time of the day or night.

3) Contact lenses. When I had the horrific eye infection this past year, I realized exactly how much I love wearing contacts. Sometimes when I can’t wear my contacts, I wonder how I would have survived if I lived on the prairie or something. I’d literally have to be led around by the hand; I’d be completely blind. So, yes, I salute you, Mr. (or Ms.) Contact Lens Inventor.

4) Books on tape. I have to echo Sara’s post on this one. I love books on tape. I play them from my iPhone while I’m working on my house (painting walls and such). I play them on my drive to work. Yes, I’m a fan.

5) Books, period. I would estimate that I’ve read 8,000 to 10,000 books in my life. I’m not kidding when I say that. There are books like Anne of Green Gables and Jane Austen’s Emma that I’ve read at least 20 times each, so that’s where the variance comes in. In first grade alone, I read 326 books (nerd alert: I have a trophy for it), so I think my calculation is pretty reasonable

6) Ice cream. I could eat ice cream every day. Probably more than once a day. We have a running joke in our house that Ducks eats all the ice cream because he probably eats about one spoonful from each carton we buy. Which is why we don’t buy it very often. BTW, favorite flavor: cookies and cream. Just yum.

7) My sisters. No explanation needed. They’re the funniest, brightest, most beautiful girls in the world. I love them.

8 ) My husband. LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE. I have the best husband in the world. He’s a man who didn’t even think he was good-looking until I told him over and over, even though the first thing most girls say, in cooing voices, after they meet him is, “Oh, your husband is SO handsome! You’re so lucky.”

I’m glad I wrote this post early, because already today I’ve been terrorized by a dream lizard, Chelsea Handler and a real-life beetle. I never would have made it through a post otherwise. Eesh.

(Disclaimer: It’s not Chelsea’s fault, really. She can’t help it that she’s hilarious and that my sister idolizes her. I just can’t believe I’m not going to be able to get a book signed for Jo’s birthday. After all, she and Chelsea have a lot in common. I’m sure Chelsea has also gotten wasted, picked up from the river by the police and taken to the hospital. Oh, and they also both like vodka.)

Ten Days: Day One

Here’s the first of my “Ten Days” posts. Just to let you know, this is the list that the posts follow, in case you too want to follow Sara’s example and participate:

Day One: Ten things you want to say to ten different people right now.
Day Two: Nine things about yourself that most people don’t know.
Day Three: Eight things you couldn’t live without.
Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot.
Day Five: Six things you wish you could change or you wish you’d never done.
Day Six: Five people who mean a lot to you.

Day Seven: Four turn offs.
Day Eight: Three turn ons.
Day Nine: Two words that describe your life right now.
Day Ten: One confession.

1)      To my sister, Jo: Be careful. You have so much going for you in life. You’re young, beautiful, educated and charismatic. Don’t throw your life away. Don’t take things for granted. Work hard, make good decisions and make the most of your life. And, I’m proud of you.

 2)      To “Lou”: You’re not going to be famous. Get over it. We’re all tired of hearing about your ambitions to be the next Jennifer Love Hewitt or the next Taylor Swift or whatever. If you’re too old to be cast in reality TV, you’re probably too old to become a celebrity of any sort.

 3)      To Brittany (Law School Wife): I miss reading your blog and hope you and your husband are off to a great new school year and an amazing new part of your lives.

 4)      To my friend L: You’ll find a great guy, and someone that’s lucky to have you. I’m proud of you for the wise decisions you’ve made this year. You are an amazing person and I’m lucky to have you in my life. And, don’t worry – you’re young. You’ll meet someone. You’re only 26!

 5)      To Natalie @ Tripping in Heels – I love both your blogs and you’re one of my favorites. Glad to get to know another Texas girl. 

 6)      To Kate @ M.D. Like Me – I’m glad that you weren’t freaked out by meeting me in person. And I’m filled with admiration for career choices and the thought that you put into helping people.

 7)      To the Mavericks: PLEASE don’t ruin my life again this year by losing to the Spurs in the playoffs. Or ever.

 8)      To the guy who invented the Lingerie Football League: You are one sick sickie. Gag.

 9)      To my husband: You are the very, very best person I know. You make me laugh. And, I secretly think it’s cute how you watch little clips of Jersey Shore in between ESPN marathons, even though I roll my eyes at you. And how you like candy corn pumpkins now.

 To Jamie @ Jamie’s JD and E @ New Teacher, New Wife – you are my favorite new blog friends. I love having ya’ll’s tweets to amuse me during the day and break up the monotony of work. I love that you guys are so friendly, even though we’ve never actually met.

So, there’s my first post. I also have lots of things to say about Sister Wives, but that will have to wait til another day when I have more time on my hands!

Decisions, Decisions

Okay, blog readers, I feel the need to take a little poll. Since you already know about my husband’s all-consuming obsession with sports, and with college sports in particular, I must ask you this.

Should we, or should we not, go to our college’s football game this weekend?

Reasons Why We Should Go:

It’s still early in the semester.

It’s still early in the season.

Our team will win, and of course, we want to be part of it.

Ducks is completely up-to-date on reading.

Ducks really wants to go.

He usually doesn’t do a lot of studying on Saturdays – tries to take a bit of a break for at least part of the day.

My parents will be there.

Reasons Why We Should Not Go:

It’s a long drive.

Gas money and tickets are expensive.

He should probably spend the time studying.

I have to work at a volunteer project in the morning.

My parents will be there.

So, the options are thus:

A. Attend the game and don’t study – spend the day taking a break.

B. Don’t attend the game – get ahead on reading and work.

C. Study in the morning, then go to the game in the afternoon.

Our fates rest in your hands, blog readers! Let me know whether I should be piling on my school spirit a la New Teacher New Wife’s post, or whether I should diligently do chores (and maybe some painting) while my husband studies it up.