Following Monday’s loss, I said to myself—Hey! Everyone has an off day. Even guys in their twenties and thirties, who—being able to dribble and shoot baskets—sign contracts, pocketing zillions before retiring by forty. Oy! What a value system!
Then came Wednesday’s win—The Suns having dominated the court from start to finish, on the road.
As to me (while our team rests up till the next tier of play begins) I’m fully engaged with my sister and Mickey till it’s basketball time, and as, luckily, they enjoy sports, I can engage with my husband and sons, all eyes glued to the action on our TV without my losing sight of the fact that while we’re obsessed with our team winning, Lauren and Mickey, though enthusiastic, do not find our game as compelling to watch as would be true if the team on the court was their own.
Thank goodness, lots of tension, concerning my appointment with the thoracic surgeon, tomorrow, was released, naturally, last night— and much to our happy relief—our team won their battle for the western conference championship.
As for now, my team and I plan to reach toward the next tier of my recovery, where, upon facing this up-coming surgery, together, we’ll win my fight for life and feel as happily relieved as did Chris Paul, having led his elated teammates to victory, last night!
GO!🏀SUNS!🏀WIN! 🙋🏻♀️🔆Annie
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