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Last night we went to Birmingham for the 4A High School State Basketball Semi-finals. This is only Westminster’s second time to make it in to the semi-finals. I know all about the last time even though I wasn’t there. It was in 1993 and Billy’s basketball team made it. He was a junior. We weren’t friends yet since I was at Randolph but he’s told me all about it.
How he spent the whole time flirting with a certain someone and had so much fun and everyone got snowed in and there was a Waffle House and on and on and it was, like, the best trip ever. I’m not bitter. Nope, not at all. Please Billy, tell me more about this amazing time you had with she who must never be named.
“Oh, it’s going to be one of those kind of blogs. Fun…”
Ah, I’m just playing. We had a great time last night.
I got to hang out with both my brothers which is always a plus.
Brothers are pretty swell. I highly recommend them. Before we left for the game last night I was listening to the Avett Brother’s song ‘Murder in the City. I know, I know, it’s a terrible title but it’s actually a really sweet song. It’s about a young man moving to the city and dealing with his parents fears for him. Here are the lyrics:
If I get murdered in the city
Don’t go revengin in my name.
One person dead from such is plenty
No need to go get locked away.
When I leave your arms
The things that I think of.
No need to get over alarmed
I’m comin’ home.
I wonder which brother is better.
Which one our parents love the most.
I sure did get in lots of trouble
They seemed to let the other go.
A tear fell from my father’s eyes
I wondered what my dad would say.
He said I love you
And I’m proud of you both, in so many different ways.
If I get murdered in the city
Go read the letter in my desk.
Don’t worry with all my belongings
But pay attention to the list.
Make sure my sister knows I loved her.
Make sure my mother knows the same.
Always remember, there is nothing worth sharing
Like the love that let us share our name.
Always remember, there is nothing worth sharing
Like the love that let us share our name.
Those last four lines…oh, the feels! At my Grandmother’s funeral, where I was already feeling crazy emotional, I stood beside my brother’s and watched them talk to each other. For once, I didn’t feel the need to interject. I just whispered ‘I love you, I love you’ over and over again to them in my head. Seriously, brothers. You gotta get some.
The team won last night despite a shaky ending. They play West Limestone Friday night at nine pm. Seriously, NINE PM. What is up with that time? Are we going clubbing afterwards? Nothing like a ‘you’ve got to be kidding me’ reaction to a nine pm start time to make you feel really old.
We’ll be there. They’re a really fun team to watch. They have great chemistry and seem to really appreciate the fan support. So, yeah for school spirit and all that.
We’ve played West Limestone twice already. We won once and lost once so Friday night should be quite the rivalry game.
Not a sibling rivalry but a rivalry just the same.
Here’s to a big win Friday night.