Are you like me? As happy about the fact that LeBron lost as you are about Dirk winning? Happy that hard work triumphed over money and hype? Satisfied with the seemingly classic good guys over bad guys sports story? Yea, me too.
Although I have never cheered for the Dallas Mavericks before and don’t much care for the antics of spoiled rich guy owner Mark Cuban, he stayed quiet enough to make this was one of the most satisfying NBA finals I’ve ever watched. Dirk was compelling, Lebron lost. Pure David and Goliath stuff.
My oldest daughter Maggie, who inherited the Boyle Sportshorts sports gene, shares my feelings and issued an amusing and telling missive about this very subject recently on her blog. I’ll enclose it here if you don’t mind:
“We watched the Mavs win the NBA championships a few days ago. I always love a good sports battle. Over the years, my love of sports has taken a back seat to taking care of kids, doing the dishes, normal mom stuff, but every once in awhile, I’ll take the time to watch some of the big game.
“ESPN Sports Center is a regular presence in our home. When asked, Dirk Nowitzki talked about how good it felt to have all that hard work pay off, how they worked.. so... hard... for... so... long.
“Lebron and Dwayne Wade talked about how hard it was to work.. so... hard... and come so far, and fall so short
“(Dear Lebron. I am one of those people who hoped you failed. So sorry to be a downer, but when you think you’re awesome so very publicly, I can't help but jump on the ‘you are full of yourself, so you need to be taken down a notch’ bandwagon).
“It got me thinking about how trivial the life of a sports hero is. If they are hoping for sympathy or tears of respect for their hard work, they must have had only pampered rich people in mind.
“Millionaire athletes will get no such respect from me. Good for you, Lebron. You get paid $20 million a year (or rather in a nine-month period) to play a game. Sure, you run ladders, and lift weights, and shoot baskets over and over and over. You are good at what you do; I will concede that you ‘work hard.’
“Even so, you don't have a clue what hard work is.
“I am a mom. I recently completed a nine year spree of poopie diaper changing. Nine years! My body is scarred and battered from growing four people inside of it, and then ushering them out.
“Also, not sleeping through the night for nearly 11 years, and wiping boogers with my bare hands. I have scrubbed buckets of vomit out of the carpets, hosed off the bathroom floor countless times, including the poop. Have I mentioned the poop?
“I settle countless arguments without the aid of a weapon. I have made thousands of meals to the sound of a thousand complaints, made a thousand beds, folded a thousand piles of clothes, vacuumed a thousand acres of floors, canned fruit and vegetables, clipped coupons.....a constant stream of motherly chores.
“The other day, my kids and I were pulling weeds and my second son asked me, ‘Mom, do you ever wish you weren't a mom?’
“I must have looked a little stunned, because he added, ‘You know, like when you get sick of us cuz we’re ornery and stuff?’
“I brushed aside my shock and managed to say, ‘Son, being a mom is the hardest job in the world, but it's the best job, and I wouldn't ever wish you away.’
“I have dried tears from soft cheeks, laughed at a toddlers jokes, taught my kids to swim, ride bikes and forgive. My oldest gave me a thank-you card on Sunday. Once he gave me a rusty washer he'd found on the road. ‘Its treasure, Mom.’ he'd said.
“My daughter draws me as a beautiful princess. Second son still wants to hold my hand. And my youngest....my youngest has learned to use the toilet correctly.
“I don't have $20 million, the accolades of winning a hard fought championship tournament, or the adoration of the free world.
But I have four little people that call me Mom, and doing that work is reward immeasurable.