The mom is psyched. She came home very late last night, following what should have been a brief excursion to a Seattle Storm game against LA.
“Los Angeles games are usually boring,” she said when she finally got home and took me out for a long overdue walk. “This one was exciting. Triple overtime! I’ve never even seen ONE overtime in basketball.”
My mom considered writing a post for one of her blogs about lessons learned from the game. Persistence? Advantage of the home court?
“This isn’t a game you win on the road,” someone said during the post-game interviews. “You’ve got all the fans screaming for you.”
Many people get through tough times when they’ve got their own private network of screaming fans, Mom said.
Well, I have a HUGE network of fans all over Seattle. Strangers come up to my mom on the street, saying, “Is this Gracie? I know her from the Dog Lounge.” Or, “We’ve met at the dog park. Hi, Gracie!”
Of course, Ophelia offers another version of screaming fan. She shrieked at Creampuff, who’s the most harmless, ditziest cat I’ve ever met. Ophelia seems to think Creampuff has the ferocity and firepower of a US Marine, when in fact Creampuff has the toughness and consistency of a marshmallow.
Back to my nap. Mom wishes she could do the same, but she’s got a call to prepare for.