I Suck At Basketball

Last night, my mother spent the night at our house. For the past week, my mother has been kind enough to stop by and help take care of our baby daughter (Briana) while I work and while Karen transitions back to work.

Rather than drive home last night and return early this morning, my mother asked to spend the night. Among her reasons (besides being with Briana of course) is that she wanted to stay to watch the NBA finals. As the basketball game would most likely end late at night, it only made sense. For anyone curious, my mother has recently become a big sports fan. You name the sport, and she's all into it... except hockey. I don't think she's gotten around to that sport yet.

Anyway, I suck at basketball. Technically speaking, the Celtics suck at basketball. The Celtics played a decent three quarters of the game. Sure, they blew a double digit lead, but they still had the lead. They just came undone in the fourth quarter, which was quite typical of their season this year. They are definitely a frustrating team to watch, that's for sure. And now sadly, the Los Angeles Lakers are champions (again).

Needless to say, it was nice to hang out and watch the game with my mom. Granted, she doesn't really know the game that well. She knows enough to be a Boston fan: ie. the Lakers suck. Kobe sucks (and is a rapist). Gasol sucks. That other stupid European guy with the funny last name sucks.

So even though the Celtics lost, it was good to hang out with my mom. I feel I haven't done that in some time. And sure, she may drive me crazy at times... but it's only natural... she's my mom. And yes, the Lakers still suck.