Wednesday, October 22, 2014

HAIR!!!! - Head, facial and otherwise...

Ian,

You have always had a bit of an "obsession" problem - keys, jackets, stufties, your "Y", Lego people, basketball, Frisbee, the guitar, the bass, the stand-up bass, working out, work out schedules and routines, and the list goes on for things that commanded your focus. But your longest lasting obsession has been with your hair, on your head, facial and otherwise...

You started with very little hair. Really, just a sprinkling of red/brown silky hair and it took a while for your legendary "mop" to grow. You poised as a one year old with B.J. showing off your highly styled, yet thin do!
Your first haircut was when you were about two. Mom carefully cataloged the historic event in your Baby book, saving your first cut locks as a reminder of that precious time - you as a baby. You enjoyed a sucker as a reward for being a good boy, sitting still for the cut.
As a youngster, you were letting your hair just grow and it did not seem to have a particular style.
But all this changed as you went into elementary school at Browns Valley. Doing your hair was a PRIORITY - I mean style and perfection were pursued and time or product were not limits. Look at these amazing styles - all in pursuit of that perfect look! Gotta love the spiked bangs.
Junior high in Austin at Brentwood produced more inspiration. You had grown your hair very long. We kept wondering why and then it was presented that you were doing so to get a Mohawk cut - not just a small one, but a dramatic, sky high, true punk Mohawk. I remember the cut - the questions the stylist asked. "Are you sure?" "No removal of length?" "Can you style this yourself?" And your answers were clear and confident: "Yes; No; Yes!" Mom was out of town when the you got your Mohawk, but was coming home the next day. We worked hard, to get the hair pasted high and in full punk style. You complimented the "do" with a suit - had to look awesome for your Mom. Nothing was ever too good for her! You initiated a process for us to make signs that we could greet Mom with at the airport - she would come down the escalator to see your Mohawk and your loving, creative signs. (Note the amazing artwork!)


You went to Brentwood one day with the Mohawk. We fixed it up, taking an amazing amount of time that morning and product to get it to stand up. This left all three of us exhausted. Your friends thought you had gone overboard, become wild, and may be a questionable character. This really hurt you - deeply. That a hairstyle, something you thought was unique and fun, would influence how people saw you deeply affected you. You insisted to go to the stylist again and have the Mohawk removed. I was very sad seeing it cut off. Not that the hair meant anything really, but it was something you planned, worked and waited to grow, something you were very proud of, something that you were hurt deeply about. It was always hard to see you sad and hurt. No dad want's his kids to hurt. But it was cut, and you walked out with a buzz! Still an amazing good looking guy. I think this taught you that you really looked good regardless of your hair length and style. High School would prove this to be true.
It was as you came into High School that hair expanded in meaning - peach fuzz became whiskers with sideburns and beard were not far behind. You were that kid - who looked older than you were, who looked cool with hair styles for the entire noggin. Women at Starbucks making passes at a high school kid. Ask Amy and Mom about that story - classic!

You also began to build the bouncy, poofy, hairdo - that messy look that is so signature.
 Honestly, it was a see-saw, from long and poofy, to short and highly stylish.

But when a special event presented itself, you would insure that your hair was perfect - just like you did when you were five! Love this picture with you and Serina before Prom! What good lookin' kids!
Funny thing, most have "a" style. You had that ability to make any look - cool. You sent this picture from A&M asking Mom, "Do I look like a 70's porn star?" you texted - well, kinda.
At Texas A&M, you migrated from a short stylish look to the long, poofy - if only longer in length - Troy Polamalu, hair.

Your Road Trip with Terry produce many memorable pictures you texted to us - your hair and beard became genuine works of art - providing a story and atmosphere to the scenes the two of you would see. Love this picture at an interesting store in Louisiana. As a barista, you would know the power and quality of coffee. Clearly this one accomplished what it claimed!!! BTW - you are BUILT BIG - look in that picture at your pecs and biceps! Wow!
Our last visit to Texas A&M saw you covering your "do" - that was growing a bit out of control - in the beanie. Your first beanie was purchased by Momma Jean and Poppa Gene at the skateshop on 12th street near ACC - I think you were a freshman in High School. You continued to wear beanies over the years. Just love this picture of you with your brother and sister - an earlier beanie pic, in High School - sophomore?
Back to A&M, this picture brings back such deep, memories of so many visits, sleeping in dorm rooms with you, running around campus, the Rec, the town, hanging with friends, and on and on - a blend of joy and saddness that cannot be expressed.
Your beard was a nice ruddy color, brown and red, and when long, quite unruly. We talked about how your beard was growing high - up toward your eyes. Yes, I am jealous of your hair!!! You would pull back your hair to show a widows peak - you swore it was receding. Never really looked like that was happening - but maybe the length hid things! The picture with Roxy and your last selfie suggest you listened to your Mom and cut back the out of control "eye beard." But your hair, as in the video with you jumping over the trashcans in the "Parent's Weekend" blog, your hair was big and floppy as usual.
I hassled you about your out of control floppy hair - wanting you to cut it and look stylish again. You said, no - that you were growing it out long enough to donate to Locks of Love. I said - really? It is going to look terrible. You were not concerned. You loved your hair; you reveled in its length, uniqueness, color, curl and bounce. But you never loved anything more than other people, even those you never met. You were glad to grow your hair long - looking probably just like Troy P. - but only to donate it so little girls who lost their hair due to cancer treatment or other health issues could have hair as a wig. Since you went home, >20 people followed your inspiration, donating their hair to Locks of Love. Your mom, sister, many friends from school, Amy at Starbucks, this list goes on. What starts with you Ian, truly changes the world.

I wish I could see your bouncy, big hair again - running toward me for your memorable big, bear hugs; floating as you jumped high on the Ultimate field; being a big mess in the morning as you got up from bed; framing your face - that handsome, loving face - with those amazing eyes! I miss you poofy hair, your crazy beard, your voice, your walk ... your everything.

Will we have hair in heaven? The Gospels make no mention of Jesus' hair or indicate that Jesus was bald after the resurrection - apparently He looked the same, save the presence of the scars of redemption on his hands, feet and side. In Revelation, John said he saw Jesus approach him - "His hair was white like wool, like snow..." Apparently Jesus' hair was memorable, mentioned with Jesus' eyes that "were like flames of fire." My interpretation is that Jesus' white hair is indicative of His purity and holiness. The "wooliness" maybe suggests that Jesus has big, poofy, bouncy hair. I wish you were here, not Home. Maybe you and Jesus share not only an eternal Home, but a similar hairdo. Knowing that you are with Jesus, that Jesus, the Man with the wooly hair, assures us to "Do not be afraid; I am the first and the last, and the Living One; and I was dead, and behold, I am alive forevermore, and I have the keys of death and Hades...Surely, I am coming soon." (Rev. 1, 21), I can seek to believe and look forward to seeing your big bouncy hair, your curly, red, unruly beard again - soon.

Love you "E,"

Dad
“So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God.  I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.” Isaiah 41:10




Thursday, July 31, 2014

Lullabies

 Ian,

Remember our apartment in Germantown - going from the living room to Mom and my room required us to go by Danny's room and yours and Caylea's room. It was there that we started singing lullabies each night as a family.

We started with the Barney Song - you and Caylea loved that purple dinosaur and would be readily manipulated to pick up your mess as we sang, "Clean up, clean up, everybody everywhere, Clean up, clean up, everybody do their share." The theme song of Barney was a favorite and we modified to be our own:

"I love you, you love me;
We're a happy family,
with a Danny, a Caylea, a little Ian too,
Mommy and Daddy love each of you!"

Each night we would sing this song and pray together. We would all pray a short prayer together before our song. Your first prayers were so short, so sweet, so full of the faith that would carry you all your life. Singing and praying together - brought us all closer together as our family time, no matter how busy the day.
We moved to Vacaville and our house was laid out similarly. We would pass by Caylea's room to the left, Danny's to the right and yours next to Danny on the way to our bedroom. Mom and I would stand in the middle, where the hallways intersected and we would pray and sing our Family "Barney Song." As you guys got older, we adapted our song to a more adult song derived from Geoff Moore's "The Keeper" for us to sing as a prayer from your parents to our beautiful and precious children. It went like this:

"Jesus, keeper of this life,
You are my refuge, my savior, my guide,
Watch over, Danny, Caylea and Ian tonight,
Guide their every footstep as they travel this life,
And in some quiet moment, call them to your side,
That they would come to know you, 
as the keeper of this life."

When Taylor came to live with us his and Danny's senior year, we changed one line:
Watch over, Danny, Caylea, Ian and Taylor tonight," for he was now one of our kids!

I was never surprised that you and Caylea would sing this song with us, but Danny and Taylor would too. It was our family song, praying to the only One who could care, guide and save us. Even when we were not getting along, we could end the day singing our lullaby songs. As always we would pray together or one of us would pray for us all - this is how we would end our nights together. What precious times and unforgettable memories.
When we moved to Texas, Danny stayed in CA and yours and Caylea's rooms were on one end of the house and ours was on the other. Danny would stay down the stairs next to you two. Singing together our lullabies stopped sadly soon after we moved. I can blame it on the logistics, but more I blame it on myself to let this amazing sharing time slip away. We still prayed together - either in the mornings before school, in the car to school or at night in your rooms before bed. We always prayed at meals, but we did not sing a lullaby together anymore. Over time, we began singing worship songs together, at church, as we played in the house, etc. These became our new songs, our new lullabies. Some Sundays, you guys would rather us not go to church and we would stay home, listen or sing worship songs together, and do a "church" service at home. Often you or Caylea would lead based on something that God was teaching you.
All children grow up; they outgrow lullabies. I guess I had more time to sing lullabies with my kids than most parents - keeping this tradition going for maybe 12 years. But alas, I miss those times, your voice, our voices every night. I miss standing next to you at the Stone and singing praises to Jesus at the top of our lungs; I miss playing worship music with you at Kids at the Stone. I still look for you to my left every Sunday - I miss you and the groove we set together. That was our lullaby - our worship to our King sung together with the voices God has given.
 I watched your "Celebration" service again. I saw Mom, Danny, Caylea and I end the service singing:

"I love you, you love me;
We're a happy family,
with a Danny, a Caylea, a little Ian too,
Mommy and Daddy love each of you!"

How we could sing this without falling apart, I will never know. We are FIVE and singing it as four is just not right. Oh what I would give to sing that lullaby with you again. Maybe a new song in glory will be a lullaby about our rest in Christ sung by His complete and reunited family.

Lullabies to parents are those promises to be with their kids, to protect them, to love them, to be there when they wake up. I feel like I failed you, Ian - you went Home before me; I could not protect you; I could not say "I love you" before you went away. I miss you very much. As we sang our "Keeper" song, I realize that I had an agenda all along - for my kids to be successful in this world, to be safe here, to find joy here. I now realize that God did not promise this agenda to anyone in this world. Indeed, God was faithful and answered this prayer in our lullaby twice. He quietly called you, Caylea and Danny to Himself - to follow Him. He also guided your steps Home, being the keeper of your life - your eternal life that does not end on earth, but continues in His presence forevermore. I don't like the way He "guided your steps" but I am thankful that He is the One who KEEPS you. I must release the control that my definition of a lullaby carried - and realize that a lullaby is really a release of my children to the control, care and keeping of the One, the only One, who can KEEP their lives in this world and in the next.
Jesus said, "...and I give eternal life to them, and they will never perish; and no one will snatch them out of My hand. "My Father, who has given them to Me, is greater than all; and no one is able to snatch them out of the Father's hand. "I and the Father are one.""…John 10:28-30

“Do not let your hearts be troubled. You believe in God; believe also in me. My Father’s house has many rooms; if that were not so, would I have told you that I am going there to prepare a place for you? And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am...” John 14:1-3

Now may the God of peace Himself sanctify you entirely; and may your spirit and soul and body be preserved complete, without blame at the coming of our Lord Jesus Christ. Faithful is He who calls you, and He also will bring it to pass. 1 Thess. 5:23-24

Now to Him who is able to keep you from stumbling, and to make you stand in the presence of His glory blameless with great joy, to the only God our Savior, through Jesus Christ our Lord, be glory, majesty, dominion and authority, before all time and now and forever. Amen.  Jude 24-25

Let us hold fast the confession of our hope without wavering, for He who promised is faithful. Heb. 10:23
 
Ian, I want to end this conversation with two songs - one we loved together, one that we have yet to listen to together. Jars of Clay's "Love Song for a Savior" is basically a lullaby - it is the prayer of a father that in the end, his child would fall in love with Jesus and there find joy and life eternal. The more I hear about your life at Texas A&M and reflect on your life in Germantown, Vacaville and Austin - God answered this ultimate prayer of a parent. You loved the Savior with your whole heart, soul, mind and strength. God has been faithful to His promises to see you Home and protect you for His eternal purposes. I can't wait to see your smiling face, sparkling eyes, fuzzy whiskers, muscular body and feel your bear hug, sweet kiss and the warmth of tears of joy again in the presence of our Savior.

"Love Song For A Savior"

In open fields of wild flowers,
she breathes the air and flies away
She thanks her Jesus for the daises and the roses
in no simple language
Someday she'll understand the meaning of it all
He's more than the laughter or the stars in the heavens
As close a heartbeat or a song on her lips
Someday she'll trust Him and learn how to see Him
Someday He'll call her and she will come running
and fall in His arms and the tears will fall down and she'll pray,

"I want to fall in love with You"

Sitting silent wearing Sunday best
The sermon echoes through the walls
A great salvation through it calls to the people
who stare into nowhere, and can't feel the chains on their souls

He's more than the laughter or the stars in the heavens
As close a heartbeat or a song on our lips
Someday we'll trust Him and learn how to see Him
Someday He'll call us and we will come running
and fall in His arms and the tears will fall down and we'll pray,

"I want to fall in love with You"

It seems too easy to call you "Savior",
Not close enough to call you "God"
So as I sit and think of words I can mention
to show my devotion

"I want to fall in love with You - my heart beats for You"

This last song is more melancholy. It fits the "in-between" space I find myself in this world and you in the next. I seek to be strong in faith, but I am sad. My heart is incomplete, it has a whole missing our daily interaction and the hopes and dreams of the future. I like the way Billy Joel frames the meaning of a lullaby. It reminds me of me singing to you as a baby, singing with you as a child, worshiping with you as a man. Ian, your Daddy, Father Unit, Pops, Padre, is with you wherever, and whatever the circumstances. I am learning that grief and joy can co-exist in Christ. I love you "e!"

"Lullabye (Goodnight, My Angel)"

Goodnight, my angel
Time to close your eyes
And save these questions for another day
I think I know what you've been asking me
I think you know what I've been trying to say
I promised I would never leave you
And you should always know
Wherever you may go
No matter where you are
I never will be far away

Goodnight, my angel
Now it's time to sleep
And still so many things I want to say
Remember all the songs you sang for me
When we went sailing on an emerald bay
And like a boat out on the ocean
I'm rocking you to sleep
The water's dark
And deep inside this ancient heart
You'll always be a part of me

Goodnight, my angel
Now it's time to dream
And dream how wonderful your life will be
Someday your child may cry
And if you sing this lullabye
Then in your heart
There will always be a part of me

Someday we'll all be gone
But lullabyes go on and on...
They never die
That's how you
And I
Will be

Tuesday, June 17, 2014

A Lifetime of Basketball in One Night - Game 5, the 2014 NBA Finals



Father’s Day – I approach this day with much trepidation and sadness. But, looking back it has been a good Father’s Day weekend – but one made difficult by distance, change and responsibilities. Caylea, Danny, and Lanette were all great in showing love in different and creative manners. I also spent quality time with Ian this day. Here is how my thoughts and conversations went.

Game 5, NBA Finals - the Spurs and the Heat – an epic challenge, repeat of last years’ finals. A win for the Spurs will be five championships in three different decades – dynasty time. The Heat can complete a three-peat, something the Celtics, Lakers, and Bulls have done – legendary. This Finals has not gone according to script for Ian’s beloved Heat. After stealing Game 2 in San Antonio and having home court advantage, they gave in to the aggressiveness and initiative of the Spurs to give up BOTH of their home games, by 19 and 21 points. More importantly, LeBron looks tired and Wade was way off last game. Both have been fantastic in the playoffs – but is the “team” concept of the Spurs just too much? The Heat are down 3-1 in the Finals – no team has come back from this deficit – is it possible. I talked trash to Ian about his team, but he remains upbeat.

Me: Is this really a series? I mean that the Spurs just look like the superior team in all ways over the first four games. I think your boys are gassed. 

Ian: Are you kidding me??? LeBron and Wade are the best players on the court; they will find a way. 

Me: But Leonard outplayed LeBron on his homecourt – two games?

Ian: That will only make the Heat more focused. Did you hear LeBron’s statement to his team before the game? “Follow me!” They will!

Me: They MAY do it in this game. But one loss, any loss and it is done.

Ian: My boys can do it – just have to play one quarter at time; win one quarter at a time. 

The Heat have been indeed Ian’s “boys.” I first called it merely “bandwagoning” as Ian adopted the Heat as “his team” in their first championship run in 2006 – just before we moved to Texas. Shaq and Dwayne Wade teamed up – the best of the past, promise of the future – they drew in his passion for the game. In the process, he left the Sacramento Kings, his first favorite, behind (after seeing two Kings games!). We enjoyed the best years of that franchise with Chris Webber and company while in Vacaville. 

He decided to be a basketball player in elementary school. I became one of his first coaches (actually his second) – a great bonding experience. But soon, he played on teams with more experienced coaches – good idea. Once he came to Texas, we let Caylea and Ian know that our Vacaville rule of one sport – especially at a time – was still in force. Ian chose basketball – in spite of his size or moreover, his potential size. But he had speed, ball handling and jumping ability to play with anyone of any size. He attended Chris Mihm’s (former UT star) basketball camp his first Summer in Austin. We still have the black basketball Chris signed for Ian in silver pen. Ian and Lanette met the Celtic great Dennis Johnson (jealous!) who was coaching the Austin D league team before dying of a heart attach later that year. This only added to his commitment to focus and develop his shooting and his rebounding as he came to Texas and began to play basketball at Brentwood Christian School. 

 It was there he met many of his lasting friends, among which were Aaron, Andrew, Jimmy, Jonathan and even Colton. Players came and went, but Ian, Jonathan and Colton were the three musketeers on the court. Colton was the full package – great pitcher, great shooter, ball handler and even a good post player. Ian was the blindingly fast point guard, the junkyard dog and Jonathan was the typical small forward – slashing and a good shot. Brentwood rarely was beaten during their two-year stint. It was always great fun watching Brentwood play, work to the end of a game – never give up, and play together. Ian played off-season, in the Summer – all around Austin. He loved basketball. His coaches in the WAYA program always looked to Ian as their example for hustle, never give up attitude, and leadership on and off the court. I can’t go anywhere, off Enfield, schools on Lamar or Burnet, School of the Deaf (remember me verbally asking a student: “Which way is the gym?”), Austin High, McNeil High, the schools off 71, Manor, EVERYWHERE is a basketball memory with you Ian and basketball! 

Ian loved collecting basketball cards. We would go the Card Traders of Austin shop on Spicewood Springs Rd. almost every week. He would spend hours looking through cards, saving money to buy cards of his heroes. Uncle Kurt, myself and others would go to look at baseball or football cards - Ian may have been given a Barry Bond's rookie card by Uncle Kurt even, but he was interested primarily in basketball cards. He collected hundreds. Organized these into teams, players, etc. Ian loved most of all to spin the wheel at the Card Traders shop - he could get a free card, a bag of cards, nothing... it was all a risk. But once he got a bag with mostly uninteresting cards - but in that bag was a rookie card for San Antonio Spurs star and future hall of famer Tim Duncan!!! Those cards and the shop bring back such great memories of our conversations, time spent and sharing life together. 



Well, back to the game. As you know from our last conversation during Game 7 of the 2013 Finals, Ian is an unashamed, Heat fan – primarily Wade, growing to LeBron and expanding to Ray Allen and Chris Bosh as they formed amazing chemistry. The Heat start out hot – scoring the first 10 or 12 points with Wade hitting the first shot of the game. LeBron was dominant. 

Ian: See Dad, they came to San Antonio to win it. Watch Wade and LeBron, attack, slashing to the basket – LeBron is the best player in the league hands down! Wade is still great – so much for the issues with his knee, he has been lights out this postseason.

Me: They are really good. Didn’t Durant win MVP – he was amazing this year.

Ian: But he couldn’t get his team to the Finals – San Antonio beat them in 6, the last game was even in OKC. 

Me: Yes, but injuries and, let’s be straight, I think San Antonio is playing the best NBA “team” ball in a decade. I don’t care how great Durant, LeBron or Wade are – they are just too strong to beat all the Spurs. 

Ian: You are just bitter that your “bandwagonning” with OKC did not work out with a championship. What happened to your Celtics?

Me: They all went to Brooklyn. I am a Durant fan, and OKC bandwagoner! Yes that is me! But did you hear his MBP speech? Gotta love him!

Ian: I know, I know. I like him too. Liked him since we first watched his first pre-season game at UT. He is a quality guy. His mom was amazing to raise him in such difficult situation. He is also a great player. Gotta admit that – but he is NOT here tonight!

Ian: Look at the game, in San Antonio – the Heat are up by 12 points and holding that lead. I am feeling it this game. 

Ian: By the way, is there any food to eat? I’m hungry. 

The game moved into the second quarter with the Heat up. Soon the game takes a turn. 

Ian: That was NOT a foul? Are they crazy? Blind? Not an offensive foul on Wade! Dad, that was a home cooking call.

Me: May be, but it still is keeping the advantage for San Antonio. A 14-0 run. That Leonard is scoring layups, 3 pointers and playing killer defense on LeBron. 

Ian: OH – DID YOU SEE THAT?!!?!!? Ginobli just dunked it on Chris Bosh – with his left hand!!! That was wicked. WhoooHoo!

Me: Old men can still rise up, can’t they – Duncan and Ginobli. Surprised me. You acknowledging a good Spurs play?

Ian: You know that I like good basketball – and love good dunks. That was both. 
Once in high school, Ian played freshman basketball at Anderson High School, as well as playing football…never say that we did not bend rules as needed with our kids! There he met Max, who became a close friend for all time. The two of them were hard players, giving their all, every play, and were not the best players – but good players on the team. They fought up from the “B” team to the “A” team based on their speed, hustle, rebounding and hope for shooting. Well, Ian kept lifting weights to become the muscle man we came to love. But his shot – which always was in the process of evolving…from right side set up, to over the head, to a circular pattern from right to left – was, well, off. I mean he could make 5-8 steals a game, get the same number of rebounds at 5’6.5”, but he would clank the ball of the rim, pound it hard off the boards on a lay up or overshoot on the jump shot. Ian was speechless he was so frustrated – we were bummed for him. Well Lanette near the end of the season made the connection between the weight lifting and his shot. This helped a VERY frustrated kid – at least understand what was going on. I still remember a great 3 pointer he nailed at the end of a half in a game – his smile, his confidence, his spirit was infectious. 

Ian’s Freshman b-ball coach was a football coach as his main job, and he struggled as a motivator. He would gripe, curse, pull players immediately out if they missed a shot, pass, dribble, etc. and even threw a chair or two in anger at a game. One game, he left the team very deflated after a chair tossing and after-game lecture. I was infuriated – how he treated Ian and his fellow players, jerking them in and out, not giving any time to get into the game flow, doing very little coaching and his cursing, throwing and negative actions. I set up a meeting back at Anderson – Danny and Ian tried to convince me NOT to speak with him (Danny was visiting from CA that week) – but I did. It was a heated discussion that grew into a hot conversation with the head varsity coach. Danny kept me calm. The coaches and I left things in a détente – they knew my position and they expressed theirs. I did not expect much to happen afterwards. But, their response was honorable – the coach apologized to the team, starting being positive and no more cursing and throwing things. The team did not win lots of games – but after that apology, the team certainly enjoyed playing more together. Ian finished strong, but his heart was no longer as deeply into basketball as in the past. 


The second quarter ended with anemic Heat offense and a 25-11 scoring deficit for the Heat. San Antonio ended up by 8 at half. Ian complained about the commentator’s exposition of the reason the Heat are down and the second half started. 

Me: I think that Kawhi Leonard may be the MVP. He is only 23 and is the offensive force with Ginobli for the Spurs, plus has to guard LeBron. He is coming up with steals and breakaways. Inside, outside he kills you.

Ian: Of course, if I had Duncan, Parker and Ginobli on my team – I could be a star too. They have to guard those guys first. 

Me: I agree – but he is still MAKING the baskets. Tony Parker is missing his. But Leonard’s defense makes him special.

Ian: Yes, but with Duncan and Diaw or Splitter behind you – you have LOTS of help to keep LeBron out of the paint.

Ian: Did I not say I am hungry?

Me: Splitter blocks Dwayne Wade’s dunk!!! Mills comes back with a 3 pointer. Now, three 3 pointers in a row! Whew the Spurs are on fire!

Ian: Where is the defense? Those are wide open shots! I can’t believe that Miami can’t get a stop!! I am so frustrated.

The Third Quarter is also not going the Heat’s way, 18-8 with 3 min left in the 3rd with the lead for the Spurs growing to 17. The game is clearly getting to Ian. 

Me: Patty Mills is amazing. He is filling it up – reverse layups, 3 pointers – he is stretching the court. 

Ian: He is from Australia, actually the first basketball player of prominence that is of Aboriginal descent. 

Me: Really?

Ian: His mom is a native Australian – one of the Aborigines – and his Dad is not. He led scoring in the Olympics the last time around. He can play.

Me: I agree. How do the Spurs find such amazing international players – it is like the best of the world versus the Heat!

Ian: Yes – it takes the best to beat the Heat! It’s clearly unfair! Ha ha ha. No, you are right they have great foreign players, Parker - the slashing guard, Ginobli – unpredictable and can shoot the lights out, Diaw – a point guard in the body of a post man; Splitter – strong rebounder and shot blocker and Mills – wow, another 3!

Me: All foreign? That is impressive…

Ian: They have more, 10 in all! Duncan is international even – the Virgin Islands. 

Me: Dude, you know your stuff! Do you just watch Sports Center and read ESPN? Ever study?

Ian: Dad – I love the game. Gotta know it. You know I like facts, figures and records. 

Me: You do! Remember the regular Christmas give for maybe 5 or 6 years in a row?

Ian: The Guinness Book of World Records – Love them, read them, know them!

Me: Yes you do – always showing us weird facts and off the wall videos! All this talk and the Spurs have ballooned their lead to 19 at the end of the 3rd Quarter. I think this one is over.

Ian: There is still a chance for one big Heat rally. By the way, still hungry!


Ian tried out for sophomore basketball in High School – but he was bulking up for football, his size began to be a challenge, and interest in Ultimate and wrestling began to grow. His time in football came to an abrupt end after three concussions in two years and a locker room incident leaving him with stitches. That was not all – a hip pointer he sustained being tackled as he used his powerful legs to take on the full defense in practice. Ian had the heart, speed and strength – they played him as defensive tackle over the center in football – he could compete there! But even with all his desire, contact has consequences. So, Ian left football – the original reason to go to Anderson and leave Brentwood – and left basketball, his first love. He was off to Ultimate (after a short stint in wrestling as a sophomore and soccer - surprise - as a senior) and certainly found his niche – landing A team in the Texas A&M Dozen his Freshman year in College! 



It is now the 4th Quarter – well it is a big up hill situation for the Heat. 

Me: I don’t think the Heat have enough offense. They are all out of synch – like the Spurs drove the Thunder to one on one basketball in Game 6. A “team” versus Durant and Westbrook – it is just not enough to have great players. 

Ian: LeBron keeps playing. Beasely – great shot over Duncan. Three point try…MISSED IT!!

Me: That does not help. 

Ian: No, it doesn’t. 

Ian: Chalmers – great fake, and draws the foul! He MAKES the free throw – now only down by 14. They are doming back. If San Antonio gets cold, they could be in trouble.

Me: LeBron did not even come out to challenge Parker and he got one in his eye!

Ian: LeBron makes me so mad – he could play better than that. Not even switching off the screen and giving him a wide open 18 footer!! 

Me: Parker has gone 7-8 this Quarter after not being able to buy a basket earlier in the game!

Ian: It is not looking good – but the Heat may have one more run in them. 

Me: It better be a huge run – they are down by over 15 still.

Ian: It’s just too much Leonard, outside shots, layups protecting the ball with his body, defense – he is making LeBron really work just to get a shot. I think this is over. 

Me: Looks like it is over. Spurs winning by 17. Wow – they really avenged the Game 7 game series loss from last year – won it in five. Five Championships for San Antonio - pretty cool. 

Ian: Yep – they just did not let Miami get back into it. They started out so strong – but count not keep it up. Where were Wade, Bosh or Allen?? They were 11 of 34 for the game! 22 points only!
Me: Who will win the MVP? 

Ian: Leonard should win it – but may give it to Duncan, bigger name. May be his last season too. The game is over; can we grab some food?

Me: Duncan will play at least next year. But 5 championships in his career over 3 decades – 1990’s, 2000’s, and 2010’s! Impressive old guy.

Ian: Yep, Old Man Riverwalk – they say. 

Me: That is kinda funny. 

Ian: Leonard won MVP – that is well deserved. He may not have outscored LeBron this game, but he pretty much neutralized him to not be THE force in the game. Good for him.

Me: Great watching the game together – love the energy, the conversation and the exciting time together. 

Ian: Glad to visit and enjoy this game with you Dad. Love you!

Me: Love you “e!” I miss you!

After Ian’s sophomore year in High School, Ian and our nightly basketball games ended – games that started on Trillick Court in Vacaville on a 7-foot goal, and continued for four years in Austin on our hill top court in our driveway. I could write about the horse games, the dunk contests, the 3-pointer shootouts, games of “21,” the role-playing of Wade and whoever I would choose – Ian always chose Dwayne Wade. I can say simply – what joy, what competition, what bonding, what precious memories sit on the top of our driveway in front of that basketball goal. I watched my boy grow into a man, from a novice to one who could beat me hands down, around that court. Add to our games the countless parties with games, sweaty boys, laughing, complaining and arguing, jumping over trash cans, dunk contests on 8½, 9, 9½ foot goals – and attempts at 10 (well, there was a claim of one dunk on our goal by Ian and two verified ones in different gyms, including one at A&M – the kid at 5’6.5” could flat out jump!). My stories of Greg Giddings at Midwestern State learning to jump and dunking inspired. Well, maybe the thrill of dunking inspired Ian – as it did Greg!

Ian and I played lots of basketball, at school gyms, the 24 Hour gym near campus, the J (with friends), at Triumphant Lutheran, the Rec at A&M and other places, but no place did we play so much as at our house on that goal on the top of the hill. Hated to miss a shot off the front of the rim – it would roll down the hill, sometimes hop the curb into our neighbor’s yard and had to run and stop it before it rolled into the Great Hills Park! Often, we would play for an hour or more a night. I remember during our heyday, I hated to see the Fall come, because it would get dark early and this only got worse with day light savings time. The issue - we lost bball time together. The lights did their best – but were never as good as the sun. Every parent has their “special” time with their kids, the renaissance that is the launching pad for a more mature relationship. For Ian and I, this was on that hill-top court in our driveway playing bball. We played some with Caylea and Danny, and friends – bball was our family game for that brief time. Soon, our game migrated to Ultimate with all three kids involved. But, that brief time, that was our time - together.



The goal still sits at the top of our driveway – a quiet sentinel from the past. Makes me cry to see that goal all alone and unused. So much is missing here. Makes me also smile to remember all the great memories and the blessings of the times there. Gotta make more of time. 

Love you “e” – call next game up there for us, one-on-one you and me. Can't wait.