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mom madness

06 Monday Apr 2009

Posted by Jane Bretl in Motherhood

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basketball, man cave, March Madness, NCAA, tournament

Tonight is the final game of the NCAA Men’s Basketball Tourney.  Oh, there’s been lots o’ b-ball watching in this house, especially in the man-cave.  It really doesn’t matter who is playing (since the Badgers were knocked out early); we watch virtually all the games anyway, at least in DVR’d speed watch.  I say “we” in a loose sense;  I wander through, bearing snacks, and watch a bit if it is close.  I’ll get sucked in to the experience.  There is such intensity and emotion at the collegiate level, joy and tears and arms linked together on the bench.  I love that part.

Professional sports just cannot compare.  The Professor’s opinion is that the NBA is less interesting because the players don’t make many mistakes;  the game just goes back and forth and back and forth.  I think it is because there is, naturally, less passion for the game.  Rare are the professionals in any field (or arena) that can maintain such a level of emotional intensity.  Their heads would explode after while.  They have to pace themselves for the long haul.  (The NBA season does eventually end, right?   Sometime in June?  When did that happen?)

Plus, in the NBA, their mom isn’t always watching.

I know that the NCAA March Madness games are filled with brilliant moments of athletic prowess, coaching strategy, and tetris-tight teamwork.  It is so exciting when the lead trades back and forth, and the crowd is cheering wildly in that rabid college-allegiance frenzy that reminds us why fan is short for fanatic.  I don’t get as caught up in the game itself, and certainly not in the outcome, as I do in the emotion.  For every spectacular play by the offense or the defense, I see the elation or defeat on the player’s face… and I think of this young man’s mom.  Or their step-mom, or aunt, or grandmother — whoever the woman is that loves this boy like a son, and watches his face while the game goes on all around him.  When there are 10 seconds left in a tie game and the player is at the free throw line, I just about go nuts thinking about how his mom must feel.  My heart is in my throat.  In a fun way.

I realize I may not be a typical sports fan.  I think most people care about how the game ends, and they remember who was the champion, and the final score.  I rarely remember any of those things, even though I had been watching the game very intently.  Perhaps my game score hard-drive is full with other important numbers like the birthdays of people in my 6th grade class.  I think that my interests lie in a different aspect of the game, the one that is the interplay between young people so full of dreams.  And their moms.

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CSI: MCS

25 Wednesday Feb 2009

Posted by Jane Bretl in Motherhood

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big screen, Gilligan's Island, man cave, TV

No investigation needed to uncover a serious case of MCS at my house:

Man Cave Syndrome.

Big D built it; the clones have followed him down into the basement.  The screen is eight feet wide.  The sound system can, literally, blow their socks off, and sometimes it makes their hair blow back just slightly like that off-camera fan that the models use.  The sectional couch is its own small planet with some type of gravitational pull that affects the male bits in a way I can’t detect.

Three years into the man cave era, I can finally turn on the TV in the basement and make a screen light up, sound come on and run a dvd all at once.  Sometimes.  For years the kids would groan if Dad had to leave the house on a weekend evening; that meant they would have to watch me try to make the electronics work, instead of actually watching something on the electronics. For them, the only interesting part of those evenings was the new swear words they might hear me mutter under my breath, or after 15 minutes of pushing every button on every remote maniacally, the juicy words I might say quite loudly.

The cave is just not my scene.

I have no one to blame if I am upstairs with no one to talk to but myself (and no TV I can watch either).  I was the one to voluntarily remove TVs from all the main floor rooms of the house to make us a TV-free family.  It would be great!  We would all gather around after dinner and talk to each other in meaningful conversations!  We would play board games!  No one could beg to watch commercial-laden, mind-numbing television programming if there was no TV to watch, right?  (See previous posts ranting about the effect of TV on children’s little brains and suspend judgement on my sanity now, please).

Of course, the effect was like withholding Captain Crunch from a kid in the ’70’s — now he will buy them each time he goes to the grocery store.  The kids became more and more fascinated with the Mystical TV That Contained Ingredients That Were Not Good For Them.  They started to spend their precious visits to Grandma and Grandpa’s house staring at their TV, even if it wasn’t turned on.

What is my problem?  I had completely unfettered access to the TV as I grew up, and look how well I turned out (right? huh? huh??).  I learned a lot of classical music from Bugs Bunny, and Shakespeare + opera from Gilligan’s Island (“It is to be, or not to be, that is the question that I ask of thee…”).  I became a very knowledgeable shopper from watching The Price Is Right, especially when I am shopping for… a brand new car!!

I know moderation, in all things, is the key.  Faced with the prospect of conversation (and board games) upstairs, it was inevitable that the menfolk in my house would forge their own new frontier in the basement.  Maybe one little TV in the living room, just for me, wouldn’t be so bad…

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