February 02, 2006
end of the season...sorta
Quinton's team won their last basketball game of the season tonight with a comfortable 29-23 victory. I used the word "comfortable" because it WAS comfortable, after the boys fell behind 8-0 to start the game. Having watched every game this season, I was impressed to see them wrap up their schedule that way. Those young 'uns have improved a great deal since that atrocious first game.
They ended their season 10-4. Lo and Behold! They made the PLAYOFFS!! The "official" season may be over, but they play again on Saturday in the championship tournament. Maybe they'll get another shot at the tall boys and beat them this time.
Quinton scored only one point, but he sat out a lot of the game. He WAS sick Monday and he was still all crouped-up tonight. When I asked him why nobody called to let me know that he wasn't coming to the game on Monday, he put a hand on his throat and said, "Daddy, I had no voice!".
Bejus. I shouldn't be surprised at such a lie, because he's studying at the feet of The Master Liar Herself, but I still didn't like it. "Well, I'm glad you're better now. If that ever happens again, just ask somebody to call me, okay? That'll save me a long drive in the dark." I let the matter drop right there. I figured that he forgot to call or he didn't want to call in front of his mama.
Either way, I wish that he wouldn't lie to me.
Good call, Rob; he knows the score, even at his young age. My Dad used to blow off things that didn't amount to anything. Believe me, if it was something he was excited about, I knew not to be "pissin on his boots and tellin' him it's rainin'" . My Boy is almost 18 and he pretty much knows that he can't BS me on things. What he also knows, and I promote, is that if the SHTF, he can call me, and I don't care if it 's from Nome Alaska, I'll come and get him, no questions asked, (until the next day) free pass. He can count on me to be there, and I may not be Mr sunshine, but he knows I'll be there, and no inquisition. This has worked well so far; no problems, he's a great young man.
Maybe you could be a diplomat, it sounds like you have the stuff.
Rob, I don't mean to Spam your site, but I'd like to draw attention to this recent loss..
That said, I'm sorry I haven't commented in a while. Life happens and I have been very busy. I am trying to get the readership at my site back up. I also have a story that is, at the very least worthy of mention on your great blog. Air Force Security Forces loses two more great heroes. Thanks
oh rob--sigh--to your post and the bastard above-no comment
Perhaps he did want to call but is conflicted between what his mother tells him and what he knows is right. I certainly don't know enough about you or your situation to pontificate, but that was the impression I got.
You're at his games. That will mean more to him than anything.
Actions speak louder, ya know? : )
I agree with 'a different kim',,,actions DO speak louder than words. He knows you are there for him, which is something that will stick with him for life. When he is old enough to appreciate it, he'll know the score. I know that doesn't help a lot now, though; hang in there and keep doing what you are doing. I admire your gumption in quite a few things that are going on in your life right now!
Hmm... maybe it was a case of his voice was out, and he didn't want to ask his mom to call you.
You need to teach that kid email.
My heart goes out to both you and your son...we had to endure similar 'lies' with my husband's ex-wife. Knowing what you do about your ex, just imagine what your son has to endure if he were to ask to call you. Just be there for him...he's stuck in the middle. He'll know what's what when he's older.
Your ex needs a visit from the Jewish mafia.
Depending on what you are willing to pay
them (Jews know the value of money!),
your ex will surely behave better or wake up
What was that advice you gave me again?