well.. i did it... bit the bullet and paid for the NBA season pass .. so i can get all of my basketball games on tv...
i really love basketball.... and having a daughter who loves it almost as much as me is terrific...
i have made attempts to get my grandsons .. three of them at least... to be interested in it too... i want to have these guys drag my old bones to BLAZER games when i am 80 years old..(hey .. dont laugh... its only 28 years from now... and hell... the FIRST 52 years of my life just B L E W by... okay.. with the exception of certain days..... certain MOMENTS... but still.....
i enjoy my grandkiddos immensely.... its odd to be a grandparent... really...
i saw MY grandparents up till i was 6 years old.... at that point.. my parents moved from new york to arizona... we NEVER went back to new york to visit relatives.. NEVER.. not even once...
when i find myself looking at my grand kiddos with adoring eyes... sometimes i actually am silly enough to be jealous.... yep.. me.. jealous of a little kiddo..
i have some memories of my family in new york... i have glimpes of my grandmother (moms side) who had an AWESOME player piano.. mom would be crankin at us to leave it alone... but grandma would always hush her up and "let the babies play" i love that memory...
i have memory of an uncle (dads side) who used to spin me around on the rollerskating rink and leave me in the middle to PLEAD for him to SAVE ME! *L* .. he did... and i always remember him being SUCH a skating GOD..*grin*
i know my dad was a twin.... and he left them all behind too..(his family) ... he had several siblings... and so did my mom... but they never called.... never wrote... and never went back and visited..
i recall getting a knock at the door one nite ... a telegram telling my mom that her MOM had died.. i recall my mom crying a cry that i had NEVER seen before in my life...
she didnt go back for the funeral... (i recall her saying we didnt have money to.... and god knows we were DIRT poor in those days... in fact ALL of my childhood days...)
i recall my mom telling me that dad and a brother had gotten into an argument..or something... and didnt want to have anything to do with him any more...
but the rest of their families? how wierd... the older i get.... the wierder it seems.... but then... i havent seen MY brothers in over 15 years... maybe twenty.... talked to one on the phone a handfull of times when mom was dying...
so anywho... today i was looking at my two year old grandkiddo with adoring eyes (as usual) ... and i was wishing once again that I had had the memories... of MY grandparents doing the same for me...
and maybe... just MAYBE...one of the grandkiddos.. boys AND girls ... will someday recall that their grammy loved them so very much... that they will drag her frail bones to a BASKETBALL game... and not mind doing it at all...