tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240067140694289750.post1694768464696774099..comments2024-03-16T10:37:09.839-04:00Comments on Life in Mathews: SportsChesapeake Bay Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187804072769932131noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240067140694289750.post-57118653445552414692008-09-24T21:57:00.000-04:002008-09-24T21:57:00.000-04:00Oh, Soup. I forgot about the underhand free throw...Oh, Soup. I forgot about the underhand free throws. <BR/><BR/>Band members were not geeks, they just played a different role in the game. I think it is important to just feel passionate about something, no matter what that may be. <BR/><BR/>It's all about the passion.Chesapeake Bay Womanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07187804072769932131noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240067140694289750.post-25874098571980857802008-09-24T21:44:00.000-04:002008-09-24T21:44:00.000-04:00Oh, we are soooo singing out of the same song book...Oh, we are soooo singing out of the same song book! About the feeling old part. And also, about the "my mom played basketball when it was a half-court game" part. You forgot about the underhand free throws.<BR/><BR/>But not so much about the athletic part. No, what makes my feet twitch and makes me want to fall in step with the kiddos is watching the marching bands in parades and halftime shows. Once a band geek, always a band geek. Seriously. It was the best. I seriously get a little choked up when I watch a stupid parade. I just want to be out there!<BR/><BR/>AHEM. Sorry, lost myself there a little bit.<BR/><BR/>Lovely post, CBW.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240067140694289750.post-64510321725699733932008-09-24T20:31:00.000-04:002008-09-24T20:31:00.000-04:00Bear - Our population has fluctuated upwards, but ...Bear - Our population has fluctuated upwards, but not by much, relatively speaking. I will try and remember to look into the figures. You know me and numbers, not a good combo. <BR/><BR/>GJ - There are many memories, some great and some, well, just memories. But the good ones outweigh any bad ones.<BR/><BR/>mpm - I had no idea half-court went on as long as it did...I was always under the impression - given to me by my mother- that half-court was the sure sign of ancient basketball. I know for a fact you're not ancient. <BR/><BR/>MIddle Sis - I forgot about the escorts! I can't believe you were robbed. It was very liberating to get out on that field and SCORE A TOUCHDOWN THAT THEY DIDN'T COUNT AND I'LL NEVER FORGET. EVER.<BR/><BR/>bhe - thank the good Lord above you can verify these stories, otherwise people might think we're loonier than they already do. I recall donkey basketball, but I'm not sure if I remember it from Mathews, Gloucester or Middlesex. Regardless, teachers playing basketball on donkeys? That has dysfunctional written all over it, and therefore fits right in around here.<BR/><BR/>Foolery - I knew it was too good to be true, but I totally understand what you are saying. If you want, I can be your stand-in at these soccer games you don't want to attend. Warn your children they will need earplugs.<BR/><BR/>Baby Sis - You definitely would have ruled in football, just as you did in baketball, track, and every other sport where you BROKE RECORDS, NOT THAT I'M BITTER OR ANYTHING. Seriously, you would have loved it. <BR/><BR/>tj - You have too many gifts to list here, but they include sincere kindness, a wry sense of humor, an appreciation for what is important in life, and the ability to find beauty in places others might overlook. Don't underestimate your gifts.Chesapeake Bay Womanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07187804072769932131noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240067140694289750.post-12991300766607582362008-09-24T19:36:00.000-04:002008-09-24T19:36:00.000-04:00...Yeah, I don't have a competitive bone in my bod......Yeah, I don't have a competitive bone in my body. Somehow I missed out on the "sports" gene. And the breasts gene. And the great hair gene. Oh, and the good vision gene... I guess I oughta quit while I'm ahead 'cause this could get ugly. Which reminds me, the beauty gene...missed the bus on that one too...(*sigh*) lol... ;o)<BR/><BR/>...That's great that you and your family have so much history there in Mathews. I bet your kids get to hear stories from school on how their mom did in sports and their aunts did in class and etc...etc...etc...<BR/><BR/>...Oh, and, "You won't believe where I found a hair growing today?"...(*shudders*wince*) lol...<BR/><BR/>...Blessings... :o)tjhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15595340637449976534noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240067140694289750.post-50195060612212451052008-09-24T17:49:00.000-04:002008-09-24T17:49:00.000-04:00Yes, Middle Sis, I too was robbed of the POWDER PU...Yes, Middle Sis, I too was robbed of the POWDER PUFF game. However, I can tell you that if there HAD been a powder puff game, I would have left several people with gnarled up phalanges, just like I did at the skating rink...<BR/>Love,<BR/>Baby SisAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240067140694289750.post-19903528183502854482008-09-24T13:34:00.000-04:002008-09-24T13:34:00.000-04:00Here's where the "separated at birth" thing ends, ...Here's where the "separated at birth" thing ends, Miss Cheeky. I LOATHED sports in school, for many reasons, none of which I will go into here. Married into a sports family, sigh. Please please please please please someone fix it so I don't have to go to any soccer games? Baseball, softball, basketball and volleyball would be fine, but no soccer, please.<BR/><BR/>My body may be a temple, but it's from the sixth century B.C. and it's in dire need of an overhaul, or a razing.<BR/><BR/>:)fooleryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14437690389824744691noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240067140694289750.post-22297248274904407682008-09-24T09:29:00.000-04:002008-09-24T09:29:00.000-04:00I recognize that school, and I vividly remember Po...I recognize that school, and I vividly remember Powder Puff football games! <BR/><BR/>Did you guys ever have Donkey basketball games? Everyone (teachers and students) rode around the gym on donkeys and tried to score points. The refs all carried shovels around.....just in case. Those games always sold out :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240067140694289750.post-66905316586822217252008-09-24T09:22:00.000-04:002008-09-24T09:22:00.000-04:00I remember that Powder Puff Game because I was on ...I remember that Powder Puff Game because I was on the sidelines wearing a jacket and a mustache, as an escort for one of the guys (dressed up like girls) on the "court." Unfortunately, by the time it was my turn to be in the Powder Puff game, our class had gotten into so much trouble that they robbed us of that delight. I think that there were too many behavior problems at the regular football games and they didn't want us to get out of hand...or something like that!! <BR/><BR/>-Middle SisAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240067140694289750.post-33387522488419391812008-09-24T08:32:00.000-04:002008-09-24T08:32:00.000-04:00Woot! Good for you all! And, I grew up during th...Woot! Good for you all! And, I grew up during the half-court era as well. *sighMental P Mamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05957544840704376193noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240067140694289750.post-32592054664541028872008-09-24T02:30:00.000-04:002008-09-24T02:30:00.000-04:00What great memories you and your family have!What great memories you and your family have!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16036374022323687122noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240067140694289750.post-87230398823442860872008-09-24T01:52:00.000-04:002008-09-24T01:52:00.000-04:00CBW I have a question for you.What is the populati...CBW I have a question for you.<BR/>What is the population of Mathews now in comparison to when you were growing up?<BR/>Increased or decreased?<BR/><BR/><BR/><A HREF="http://wwwbearnaked.blogspot.com/" REL="nofollow">Bear((( ))) </A>Bear Nakedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10911207797995309155noreply@blogger.com