{"id":435,"date":"2008-01-19T21:48:00","date_gmt":"2008-01-19T21:48:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thunderofwade.com\/blog\/2008\/01\/19\/basketball\/"},"modified":"2008-01-19T21:48:00","modified_gmt":"2008-01-19T21:48:00","slug":"basketball","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thunderofwade.com\/blog\/2008\/01\/19\/basketball\/","title":{"rendered":"basketball"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I don&#8217;t usually use names in my blog to protect the guilty and the innocent in my adventures &#8211; so, this post will be a little confusing since it involves a lot of people.<\/p>\n<p>My former room-mate&#8217;s (FRM) mom called me up last week and invited me to her grandson&#8217;s basketball game.  This is the 3rd child of my FRM &#8211; a 5-6 year old boy who takes after his dad in basketball and his mom &#8211; (the FRM&#8217;s former girlfriend that I knew from that time and got along with pretty well) in everything else.  <\/p>\n<p>FRM&#8217;s mom and I became pretty good friends while her son and I were living together and despite the falling out I had with him, she and I are still pretty close.  So, it sounded like fun to me and I agreed to go. <\/p>\n<p>This morning, I got to the location early &#8211; early enough that I was sitting by myself and starting to get the &#8220;creepy old man&#8221; vibes going.    Then, I saw my FRM&#8217;s second oldest child (from a long ago marriage that ended badly) arrive &#8211; and almost didn&#8217;t recognise him.  It had been along time since I&#8217;d seen him and he was now in college and slightly taller than me.   Which felt damn odd.<\/p>\n<p>I got a big hug from  him and we sat down to wait and talked a little about what we were doing and about his dad and the falling out they had.     In a few minutes, FRM arrived with his pregnant wife and the little basketball player.  FRM came up to talk to me and said hello to his son &#8211; but it was little forced. <\/p>\n<p>Just before the game was going to start, FRM&#8217;s mom and grandmother arrived &#8211; along with his former girlfriend (the basketball player&#8217;s mom), her mom, and her brother.  The only people missing in this tableau were FRM&#8217;s first wife (who had no connection to the basketball player) and FRM&#8217;s oldest son (who generally doesn&#8217;t get up before noon on the weekends unless he has to work).<\/p>\n<p>So, the basketball player had a big cheering section and gave us a lot to cheer about &#8211; the little dude was on fire and made several baskets.  He was good on defense too and could really move the ball down the court.  Really a lot of fun to watch them all.<\/p>\n<p>After the game, I got invited to next week&#8217;s game as I said goodbye to FRM&#8217;s mom.   I talked briefly to FRM and his wife &#8211; and gave him my new phone number before I headed out.<\/p>\n<p>It was good to see everyone &#8211; but a little odd since most of them weren&#8217;t speaking to each other.<\/p>\n<p>that&#8217;s it for now&#8230; later&#8230;<\/p>\n<div class=\"blogger-post-footer\"><img width='1' height='1' src='https:\/\/blogger.googleusercontent.com\/tracker\/7938355-8530604339344287418?l=approximatelyequalto.blogspot.com' alt='' \/><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I don&#8217;t usually use names in my blog to protect the guilty and the innocent in my adventures &#8211; so, this post will be a little confusing since it involves a lot of people. 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