Gut Rumbles

January 17, 2006

a thriller

I watched Quinton play basketball again tonight and his team won a squeaker, 31-28. They were ahead 29-12 in the second half when they went brain-dead and almost let the other team win. My butt-cheeks gnawed the varnish off the bleacher seat before that game was over.

Quinton scored four points, including one basket that brought me to my feet cheering. He was heading a fast break, tearing down the floor one step ahead of TWO defenders when he caught a perfect pass, went in straight-on to the hoop without slowing down and made a PERFECT layup. Sports fans, if you don't already know, that's the toughest layup in basketball, especially when you're less than five feet tall.

I practiced that shot with Quinton hundreds of times. I kept telling him, "You've got to lay the ball gently just over the front of the rim and allow your momentum to carry the ball off the backboard and into the hoop." He executed it perfectly tonight. As he was heading back down the court on defense, he looked up in the stands at me and grinned ear-to-ear, as if saying, "See? I remembered what you taught me."

Yeah, that boy is afraid of me, all right.


That is just some of her shit.

Posted by: Catfish on January 17, 2006 08:36 PM

I'm with Catfish on this one... Don't believe her bullshit rhetoric. As that boy becomes a man, he'll turn to you more and more, and will see his mother for what she really is.

Posted by: Cythen on January 17, 2006 08:52 PM

I am SO thrilled that you got to see your son - and that he acknowledged you in such a wonderful way! He needs his dad - and you were there - it doesn't get any better.......

Posted by: suze on January 17, 2006 09:54 PM

I'm just seeing a great layup. Cool.

Posted by: Velociman on January 17, 2006 10:30 PM

i cant wait until your son becomes internet savvy and old enough to read your site seriously, he wil realize what a great man you are and hopefully its somewhat of a time capsule he can reflect on his own life with, thats why i got a little nervous when you tried to quit blogging before.......

Posted by: Peter on January 17, 2006 10:49 PM

This is reminding me more and more of my ex-boss and his bitchy ex-wife. She was pulling the same stunt on him with the 3 kids as Jennifer is doing with you. Now the kids are grown and 2 of them moved from one state to another to be close to him and the third is there for every holiday. He visits his mother and then comes to stay with his dad. The other 2 visit the mother when they absolutely have to and then leave as soon as possible.

Hang on and you will end up the winner just like him.

Posted by: dick on January 17, 2006 10:52 PM

and the best part, that moment when the two of you connected across the court, is something that will stay with you forever. and no one can ever take that away from either of you.

Posted by: mcdadbear on January 17, 2006 10:56 PM

My guess is he's not afraid of you at all, he's afraid of letting his mother know he wants to see you because she subtly (or unsubtly) pressures him to reject you. I have to wonder why she "let" you go to the games except that he asked her to call you in fact. Surely, she didn't have an attack of conscience.

Meanwhile, what a beautiful moment of connection over the basket. I love when that happens with anyone but it's especially sweet with your own kids.

My best moment came when I was leaving my office with my daughter one day during her late teen years. You have to go down a long flight of marble stairs. We were talking and laughing about something, I don't remember what, but it was a rare occassion when she confided in me -- about boys I think.

We hit the top stair in perfect syncronicity and both spontaneously busted out with the first line of that song, Hit the road Jack..... in perfect harmony.
I don't know if she still remembers it, but I'll never forget it. It felt like the turning point in our relationship where we went from being parent and child to relating on an equal level. It still gives me a warm feeling when I remember it.

Posted by: Libby on January 18, 2006 07:32 AM

My brother in NC said he had found Willingway on your blog so I went back and reviewed postings since November. Very interesting how people view addiction treatment. Just remember that "when health returns, the liar revives!"

Posted by: DrBobby on January 18, 2006 10:42 AM

I don't "lie," Dr. Bobby. I "embellish." No alcohol for 88 days now, and that's the TRUTH!

Posted by: Acidman on January 18, 2006 10:55 AM

I'm so glad you had such a wonderful bonding moment with your son. You know he loves you and is not afraid of you. Don't let the BC get to you. I hope you have many many more of those precious moments.

Posted by: livey on January 18, 2006 11:09 AM

I viewed that "afraid" comment of yours as your typical sarcasm directed at the bogus notion that Jennifer planted about your relationship with Quinton.

Quinton loves you and as others have said, he hasn't forgotten that and won't forget it when he becomes a man. The love will become even stronger when he's old enough to figure out what's what. Glad you've decided to stay around to see it.

Posted by: Juliette on January 18, 2006 02:47 PM

The mother of my children was a BC for a long time, poisoning my kids against me, telling them lies. They knew better. She eventually came around and apologized. Had her own epiphany.

One of the "proud moments" occurred while I was still active duty USAF, and the younger was active USN. He came to visit. We were both in uniform when I took him to the airport for his trip back to duty before I went to work. We hugged and said goodbye inside. As I was pulling out of parking, I looked over and he was standing at perfect freaking attention, saluting. Of course, I returned his salute, but tears rolled down my cheeks all the way to work.

Posted by: Larry on January 18, 2006 03:24 PM

I hope you were wearing a pull over, 'cause all those popping buttons when you're chest swelled with pride might have hurt someone!

Posted by: joated on January 19, 2006 12:03 PM
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