Hug Your Sister

No hugs

Dear Son,




I solemnly swear:


And so on.



For now and always, I love you.


Men Are From Mars

New Doc 1_1Basketball MartianDear son,

I’m sure by now you’ve heard the term men are from Mars women are from Venus but it is never been more true than in the conversation I just had with you and your dad. Not sure why but I thought it would be a good idea for you to go to basketball camp at a young age. You and your father both looked at me as if I had grown a third eye. Why is that such a strange idea? I’d think you’d want to get as much exposure to college basketball coaches and recruiters as possible.

How does it not make sense to have the coaches see you as many times as they possibly can before it’s time for you to start applying for college?  I know that I need to see someone least 4 or 5 times before I remember them, and that’s if I liked them. Don’t get me started on how hard it is to remember people that I didn’t really care about. Then there’s the whole nightmare of having to remember their name.  I’ve tried every trick in the book to try to remember names, even Lumosity.  There’s nothing on this planet that can help this drain of a brain. I still can’t remember the team mates name that we gave a ride home to, even though I see his parents at every game…but I digress.

Why wouldn’t it be a good idea for you to show your skills this year and then show how much you’ve improved by next year. That way they’ll be able to gauge how much your skills would/could grow over the next few years. You’d think they’d want to see someone who’s coachable, someone who’s still growing, somebody who hasn’t peaked at the ripe age of 14 but both you and your father insist that you need to develop more skills. I think you have plenty of skills but apparently I’m the idiot.

I’ll defer to you and your father for now because I don’t want your confidence shattered before you’ve even started but I’m not going to stand on the side lines forever; especially now that I’m actually allowed to go to the games and actually BE ON THE SIDELINES!

For now and always, I love you,


Basketball Martian