My husband LOVES basketball. I'm fairly certain that in his dreams at night he thinks he is playing in the NBA. At least he doesn't act them out. Typically he doesn't really sit down to watch many games and if he does he is also working on the computer. (We all know he can't sit still for very long) This year; however, he made a point to either record or watch some of the NBA finals. I'm fine with this, but struggled with trying to figure out why after 11 years of being married he had changed his habit. I will likely never know.
For Father's Day this year I actually had an idea. I wanted to buy a basketball goal. Apparently several months ago when he was pricing them out at Academy I suggested (in my attempt to prevent a purchase that evening) that we look again around Father's Day. I should have known this would be one thing he actually remembered me saying. So when I mentioned I had an idea he quickly asked if it was a basketball goal. I lied. I was irritated that he actually remembered and guessed my idea. But, he believed me so that worked out well. After much thinking, and worrying about planning, I realized that it was unlikely that I could figure out a plan to go buy one and put it together without some serious help. So I just took him shopping.
We went Friday night and he picked out a couple he was interested in, but we determined that it wouldn't fit in the car. Saturday evening we stopped back again and made the big purchase. Never did I know that buying a basketball goal at dinner time would have me awake until after midnight that night. But, it was finished slightly before 1 a.m. He said he couldn't not get where he could actually play before he went to bed that night. Crazy boy. But, he loves basketball.
We have played several times. By play I actually mean shoot hoops. I'm not competitive enough to really play a game. Plus I have to improve to stand a chance at winning, or at least shop for a lower cut tank top to play in. Generally we play after the boys are in bed when its cooler outside. I had forgotten that I actually like to "play". So its a nice "date" some days.
My husband, who is obviously more competitive, plays like he is 15 again. Running, Jumping, Shooting, Attempting to dunk.... you get the idea. Of course the knee pain he had originally was from his shoes ;-) The right shoulder pain started and was blamed on dunking attempts. Then he decided one evening to practice his (rebounding of some name that I can't remember) and tried to make all my missed shots turn into baskets. This really made his shoulder hurt. Of course when 7 a.m. rolled around he blamed it on Braxton thinking he had been lying down funny when Braxton moved to our bed. Braxton was only there for 5 minutes so that was obviously not the real reason. So now I have a husband who can't lift his arm above 90 degrees and he can't lift much weight at all without shooting pain. But, like most husbands, he seems disinterested in letting me work on his shoulder with my PT skills.
We had a basketball date schedule for that night, but I figured that we wouldn't get to play. I was wrong.
"I will just play with my left arm. Its probably more level playing for you anyway"
I guess that's love for me... or likely more for getting to play basketball. Too bad both his shoulders hurt now....
