Meet Sparrow, an average man passing an average life.
Wednesday February 18
MY PIC WAS IN THE PAPER!!!…I am not making that up!!!
It’s me and the two players involved in the play we chatted about the yesterday: the train wreck where they collided while one player tried to shoot and I called traveling.
The pic shows me under the basket starting to raise my right hand, which signals I am about to call something…It also shows in that split second the defender appearing to try and tackle the player trying to shoot…Recall I called traveling on this play…Judging solely by the picture in the paper this would not seem to be the best call – assault and battery probably would’ve been more appropriate – but as I point out from time to time I am the only one who had to the call right now.
There was a funny later in the game, too…After the third quarter Ryan, Shane and I are meeting at half court where Ryan decides to give me some good-natured crap about the call:
Did you really have traveling on that call???…I mean, paramedics were almost called…
I chuckled…Ryan then got to the point:
If you hadn’t had traveling – he put traveling in air quotes, which was really funny – what in theeee hell would you have called???
I shook my head dismissively.
I don’t know…
We don’t either…
Recall Shane is a newer official, so I ignored Ryan and did some instructing, telling Shane honestly traveling was not a completely unreasonable call and I was spared having to make a call on a train wreck play and to file this lesson away for future reference.
Today’s entry in the Marriage Dictionary:
“Options” really means “A change of Sparrow’s plans”.
I called The Wife, who had the day off, in the morning from work and I mentioned dinner at the local diner tonight, adding it was a nice day and we could probably walk there…When I called her on my lunch break she said:
We have a lot of options for tonight…
I laughed as she detailed those options, all which tended to center around going to the next county so she could go to her fave fabric store for some stuff for her latest project, some pioneer-era dresses and bonnets…It turned out to be a great time, too, because we also went to the retailer for the cat’s fave yummies, which we can only get there and neither of us dismissed the idea of dinner at the Mexican joint there, which is the only decent Mexican joint in the tri-county area.
The downside to the Mexican joint is we always dine in, so everything is straight from the grill so it’s really hot…You want to let it sit for a spell so you don’t blister you’re entire mouth, but that goes against your instincts as a guy which are, of course, to wolf it down as soon as possible.
The Diary of a Nobody is a novel. All elements are either products of Gaylon’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
The Diary of a Nobody began in October, 2013. Read past entries here.