Before I can write this I have to say I got the idea from a link I saw someone post on facebook. I really liked the idea so I figured I would write my own blog about my mom and the influence she has had on me as it pertains to sports.
My mom, where to begin.
My earliest memory is playing little league and her getting on the umpires about balls and strikes. I can remember a time or two when an umpire would turn around and ask her to be quiet. Although I don't think he was as nice as merely saying, "Ma'am please be quiet."
At basketball games she was no different. Always urging my teammates and myself to rebound and get back to play defense. I remember one time running down the court, looking at her and telling her, "mom, SHUT UP!"
My dad wasn't too happy about that. I never did it again.
My mom, as most moms, was my personal chauffeur when it came to getting me around. She always drove me to practice and picked me up. Drove me to games. She was always there. Even if sometimes I was the last person picked up and my coach had to wait on my mom before he would leave me. (love you mom!)
If you ask her today she will still tell you I could play Major League Baseball. I know she will never stop believing that in her heart. (I'll admit I could hit a curveball which a lot of people have trouble with, but there is a reason I am writing this blog and not batting in a lineup somewhere.)
She loves college basketball. She use to work with retired folks and was in charge of planning activities for them. My dad, sister and I would tease her it wasn't a job because she essentially played everyday. One of her residents was a long time, famous sportscaster in Cincinnati, Walt Maher.
One year when the Conference USA tournament was in Cincinnati she went with Walt and a host of others. She loved every minute of it. She said, "Walt knew everyone there!"
We grew up a household that cheered the UC Bearcats. Red and black everything. I went off to college to the University of Kentucky (or as my dad calls them 'the mildcats') and now, even if she won't admit it, I'm pretty sure she is a UK fan. When we talk, which is close to everyday, she'll ask me if I saw the game or was watching it.
I am lucky to say I have a mom that cared a great deal about the sports I was involved in. My entire life, no matter what it was, even when I played water polo as a senior in high school, she was my biggest fan.
I can't say I got my love of sports from her, as most boys I guess it's fair to say I got that from my dad.
However, I know my love for sports has only grown because of her and the support she always showed me throughout the years.
So thanks mom, now and forever. I love you!