It’s for real. I am the most un-athletic person I know. Yet I’m All In for college basketball tournament time.
Years ago, when our kids were still in grade school, we organized a pool with our neighbors, who had three children around the same age as ours. The four parents and all five kids put money into a kitty and we all filled out our own brackets. When the kids were little, one dollar was the buy in. By the time they were in high school, the amount was up to five dollars. The money sat on top of our TV during the whole tournament. Taunting us. We all wanted to win. More for bragging rights than for the nine up to forty five dollar pot.
Our neighbor’s oldest daughter, Hope had by far the best winning record over the years. She won so often that we started to tease her that we should just give her the money and forget about doing a bracket. Now the kids are all grown up and moved away. I still post a Facebook message to Hope every year about sending my five bucks to her and calling it good.
Traditions are important. That’s why I continue to send my yearly FB post to Hope. Another sports tradition in our house is to have a picnic on the living room floor and watch the Super Bowl. Our son came up with that idea when he was about five years old. Every year we made big hoagie Dagwood type sandwiches and ate sitting on a blanket in front of the TV. Years have passed since we last watched the Super Bowl while having an in-door picnic with our son and daughter, but every year I ask my husband if he wants to have one for the Super Bowl.
This year, I’ve gone digital. I’m part of my son’s ESPN bracket group. All of my picks are very un-studied. I sometimes make my choices based off the team’s record, but often I make my picks because I maybe like the team name, colors, or mascot. Holy Cross typically gets a win on my bracket because – really? Holy Cross? With a name like that how could you not give them a win? This year I have Providence getting a win because I used to live on Providence Drive. See? Very scientific.
The older I get, the more I realize that these little traditions, started for fun, were so much more than just that. Traditions mark the passing of time. Traditions are our history. Traditions shape our future.
What traditions do you have in your family? If you need some ideas, certainly use mine. They’re great fun!
Until next time,
Be Good to Yourself