Here is my moment of NCAA bragging. Humor me, please.
Me: I just looked online, and I'm in first place in both my tournament brackets.
J: Good for you.
Me: Not too bad for someone who doesn't know anything about basketball.
J: Well, that's not entirely true. You know something.
Me: I guess.
J: Can you name any of the powerhouse conferences?
Me: ... Pac 10?
J: Uh, not really. Can you name any players?
J: Any coaches?
J: Do you know who won last year?
J: Can't name a conference, player, coach, or winning team and you're in first place.
J: Good work.
My mind is full of this post I want to write about Sydney negotiating the emotions of growing up, but the best I can do is write about college basketball. I confess I sometimes get all stressed out about writing on Mondays because I want my Monday posts to be meaningful and significant and capture what's going on in my life, and when I reach into my creative well, I find that it's full of crumbs. And not even crumbs of chocolate chip cookies. More like stale saltine cracker crumbs.
Sometimes I wish I was that writer. You know, the one that can type up some amazing post in 5 minutes without an edit. I am not that writer. I work hard at writing, even still, sweating the details and metaphors and phrases. It's fun...sometimes. And sometimes it's not fun.
That's when I start need to start talking about basketball. Because at least that's fun.