In the beginning there was sports....sports dominated man then and so it continues.
At the tender age of 5, my son Brandon, began playing sports. He and his dad are manly men, so there was no surprise when football became the sport of passion in my home. There was only one problem...I HATE FOOTBALL! Let me say that one more time...I HATE FOOTBALL! Okay, excuse me for a minute (until I take a deep breath)....tick, tock, tick, tock....
Okay (now that I can breathe normally, let me continue), after a few years of me not participating in the football festivities (heat, bugs, all day sitting on hard wood benches and mosquito-ridden grass) Brandon decided to play basketball! yaaay! From day one of him being on the court, the drama erupted. Parents squabbling, kids crying, adults speaking poorly of other people's kids, can you say CHAOS!
As the games rolled on an idea came to me...KEEP A DIARY. Hence, the beginning of: Diary of a Basketball Mom.
I've let a few people read excerpts and they find it absolutely hilarious...they all, however, have one suggestion TURN THIS INTO A BOOK.
Now that Brandon has reached the NBA I think it's time....I've chronicled Brandon's career from 8 year-old rec league basketball right up through the draft. You'll find it informative, interesting and above all highly-entertaining.
Stay tuned as I look forward to sharing my DIARY OF A BASKETBALL MOM with you in the future.
