There is nothing I hate more than an awesome weekend coming to an end. Really, I don’t understand why work weeks can’t be two days and weekends be five. I think a lot of people would be much happier and the world would be a better place. This will most definitely be on my platform if I ever decide to run for president.
This weekend was supercalifragulisticexpalidocious for many reasons. Such fabulosity will make going into work tomorrow even more difficult than it normally is. Oh well. Only a few more days until the weekend………thank heavens.
As many of you who are loyal readers of my blog or a friend of mine on Facebook may know, this weekend was extremely important to me for one big reason: the Blondes Vs Brunettes Football game that benefited the Alzheimer’s Association. We have been talking about this event for what seems like forever, so when game day arrived, I was absolutely stoked. The night before the game I fell back into my old high school/college athlete self….getting my “uniform” all ready to go and so excited I could barely sleep. #33 got to make an appearance again, and so did my trademark knee high socks.
(Sidebar: For those of you fortunate enough to befriend me later in life, thus missing my younger athletic days, it is imperative for me to inform you of my love for the #33. I have been wearing it every since Scottie Pippen dominated the court with the Chicago Bulls and will always wear it. Same with the socks. I’m not sure why I started wearing them back in seventh grade, but all I know is that I haven’t stopped wearing them since. I’m not talking about plain jane white socks. I’m talking striped, tie dye, polka dot….anything loud and obnoxious.)
The Blondes Vs Brunettes game ended up being an absolute blast. It was my first time inside the Stile Fieldhouse at the University of Akron, and I must say, I was impressed. Maybe I should start fearing the Roo…….Nah. Tomcats don’t fear a jumping critter with a pouch.
So back to the game….I was really happy about the support I received, not just on game day, but ever since I have announced that I would be a member of Team Brunette. Not only did I hit my fundraising goal, but I smashed it, and to everyone who donated to the cause, I am so thankful. This game wasn’t about dressing up in my old school number and fun socks and playing football, but about bringing awareness to a cause that has crippled so many people. It is a wonderful thing that so many others who may not have a direct link to Alzheimer’s support me in my quest to do this.
As always, my mother made the trip to cheer me on. I can’t think of any sporting event that I have ever participated in when she hasn’t been on the sidelines. I can think of several where she probably wishes she hadn’t been there….every rainy track meet in high school for example. Mom, you deserve a medal for enduring all of the elements to watch your favorite daughter complete! Fortunately, this football game was inside, so she didn’t have to worry about rain or nastiness. Also coming with my mother to watch was my blonde BFF, Kelly. It was awesome that she got to come watch, but a little strange since 98% of the athletic events I have participated in have been with her on my team. We have been friends since preschool, and she has always had my back….surprising because she didn’t in this class photo:
Also coming to cheer me on was my brunette BFF, Whitney, who always is so supportive of anything that I do, which means the world to me. My high school pal Jason came to cheer on Team Brunette as well…not only has he known me forever, but he is a Crossfit trainer to two of my Brunette teammates.
While the Alzheimer’s Association was the real winner (prior to the game I had heard we had raised over $8000), in the end, the Brunettes were victorious 18-12….as if any one had any doubt that we would win! I was so proud to be a part of this inaugural event and cannot wait to do it again next year.
Of course, as fun as this event was, a huge part of me wished that there wasn’t a reason to play. This disease is just terrible, and not a day goes by that I don’t think about how it has impacted my family. I miss my grandmother so much for so many reasons. It is hard for me to imagine playing in a sporting event where my Grandma Bubu hasn’t been present. Even in college, as she was fighting the early stages of Alzheimer’s, she and my grandfather still managed to travel to every single one of my games. She wasn’t just my grandmother, but the team’s grandmother, as she would bake lots of her amazing treats for our whole team every game. Tomorrow, June 3rd, is her birthday, and I would like nothing more than to celebrate with her. Since it is her birthday, I decided to share this rare gem of a photo. Those who know our family knows we call her “Bubu”, but that isn’t her name of course….her name is Louella. The nickname “Bubu” came to be at the time of this photo, as I wasn’t able to say Grandma Louella (hey, I was just a little kid), and she had a broken foot, or, as I called it, a boo boo. The nickname stuck.
Again, thank you to everyone who supports my family and I with all of our various Alzheimer’s Association functions. Whether it be the Gala, a football game, or the Memory Walk, we appreciate it so much and know that those suffering from the disease do as well.