January 08, 2004

Today was a fuck-yes day. Inexplicably so.

I wake at 2 PM and I'm all like Fuck yes. You know the feeling. I call my dad to find out what time my brother's basketball game is. 4:30, says Pops. I eat leftover chicken and macaroni and cheese from Boston Market, the food of the gods, and I watch Kids in the Hall. I swing by Sonic for a giant beverage that is half price before five PM (Happy Hour, suckas.) Oldies radio is playing one of the twenty songs, the impression I get from oldies radio being that there were only twenty songs produced before 1980, and they all fucking kicked ass. I have the window down and my short-sleeved arm hanging out. I drive fast; the world shimmers. Some Creedence would be nice, but "Hit The Road, Jack" will do in a pinch.

I pull up to the middle school and enter the gym, then mount the bleachers several steps at a time. My dad isn't there yet. John Paul is warming up with his teammates out on the court, and if he sees me, he doesn't acknowledge me. His friend Gerald does. "DC!" he shouts from where he stands, next in line to send a warmup shot clanging off the rim. Gerald is more or less my brother's best friend and definitely his sidekick, because Gerald is just pushing four feet tall and if listed his hobbies would probably include "tagging along." I never had a diminutive sidekick in middle school. I had to settle for this kid. (Either he was my troublemaking rebellious sidekick or I was his brainy gutless sidekick, it probably depends on who you talk to.)



When I got home from school I was struck by how tall my brother had become, and although he isn't the tallest kid on the court, he definitely towers over the other team. The game begins, and so does a predictable pattern: John Paul steals, breaks down the court, followed closely by some kid who blocks his shot. Steal, break, block. This happens three times before my dad shows up a few minutes into the first quarter.

"I hope they put Gerald in," my dad says. "That's always a hoot."

I'm rooting for the Sabercats, eternal rival of my junior high alma mater's Rattlers, a treason on par with eating lunch at Burger King several months after having expressed a half-hearted preference for the fries at McDonald's. Pretty much everywhere, except for on the other team, rag-tag, flabby, and losing by a three-to-one point margin, there are gawky arms poking out of jerseys. Twelve textbook definitions of "adolescent" handling an orange ball in a manner my dad says is much better than usual. It's hilarious and fun to watch, and I start to get misty for a mid-puberty life I never had.

Between the first and second quarters, every middle schooler who isn't currently engaged in the basketball game, including the eight grade team waiting to play, disappears out the bleacher doors, smiles on their faces. A couple authority figures follow a few seconds later. Probably a fight outside. Awesome.

Man, I think, watching the kids attempting to have adult relations at one-third the height, we thought we were such hot shit. Even I thought I was hot shit, and I was aggressively, awkwardly, plumpily, collectible-card-game-playingly not hot shit. Then we thought we were hot shit in high school. Now we think we're hot shit in college. One wonders where one files the paperwork to become the independent too-cool-for-school adult one was always pretending to be.

My brother is good; his general athleticism and general out-hustling of everyone else on the court make up for an obvious lack of basketball supertalent. From behind one of the baskets the too-small cheerleaders instruct us that when they say "Saber," we are to say "Cat," then they proceed to not just say but shout both "Saber" and "Cat" without really giving us a chance to chime in. My dad wonders which one of the girls is Keena. Keena keeps calling our house looking for John Paul, and when he's not there, she gets testy. When he comes up at halftime, John Paul explains that she's not in cheer, she's on the step team.

"And it's a good thing, too," he says, making his way back down.

"Why's that?" my dad asks.

John Paul's back on the court now, the second half about to begin. He turns around and shouts: "Distraction!"

By the fourth quarter he has twelve of his team's forty-some points. My God, I think, my brother is a badass.

Gerald makes a shot. John Paul tells us later it was his first of the season, but at the time, Gerald played it off like it was everyday while everyone around him freaked out with congratulations.

After the game, John Paul is getting his stuff, I'm getting what you would call nostalgia if nostalgia didn't have an element of wanting to go back to whatever time you're mooning over. I don't envy these kids their webs of Instant Messenger intrigue and their developing bodies; compared to what has followed it, middle school blew ass. But at the time it was all so gosh-dang significant, and it was ridiculous, and it was fun, and I'm glad my brother seems to be doing it ten times better than I ever did. There are whole constellations of characters and sequences of events in his life I don't know about and will never know about, and I'm glad of it. I hope he enjoys it. I hope he attaches more dramatic importance to the events of his wonderful little life than maybe they actually deserve.

Sure worked for me.


At 7:40 my dad and I went to my brother's hockey game. I am proud to report that he rocks at that, too.




PS, my rebellious sidekick is going under the knife today (being Thursday.) Nothing serious, but be sure to send him your bestest get-well wishes and keep him in your thoughts and prayers. After all, he would pray for you, if he believed in any deities besides Ray the cat, Mark Twain, Kiltlifter, and Tony Hawk: Underground.

Posted by DC at January 8, 2004 02:30 AM
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