Some of you BYU fans were sad to see Jimmer play his last college game. I, on the other hand, was elated to see him go. Good riddance! Bon voyage, amigo! A big sayonara! Now before you BYU fans engage in acts of cyber terrorism and lace our family blog with destructive viruses, let me explain. I turned 54 years old on February 24th. As Patriarch of the Super Smarts, my birthdays are becoming increasingly more important to me. Dang it, I suffer a lot to reach each new plateau that is created by a new birthday, and I want my special day recognized appropriately. So, I feel it is quite understandable for me to be upset when my birthday gets crowded by extraneous events .
First, there was the little drama created by Sydney marrying Nick Jordan, whose birthday inconviently happens to be February 26th--a fact he failed to disclose when asking me if he could marry Sydney. Say what?! While this little omission cannot be deemed direct prevarication, it comes perilously close to fraud in the inducement, an act that gives rise to a cause of action and civil damages in a court of law. Regardless, Nick and I have worked out a little compromise. We have set aside February 25th as a day of truce; a birthday no man's land; a place of nothingness birthday related. I get everything before Febuary 25th; he gets everything thereafter. In general I have been happy with this arrangement; that is, until the Jimmer entered our arena of play. As everyone obviously knows, February 25th is the Jimmer's birthday. This year both of our birthdays were crowded by the Jimmer and the hysteria in Cougar Nation that is Jimmermania. With all of the excitement over BYU's early success in the NCAA tournament, and the Jimmer's likely selection as player of the year, there was hardly time to even notice that I turned 54 (and Nick turned 20 something).
While I complained bitterly about this, a thoughtful family member suggested that I join the celebration and send a facebook friend request to the Jimmer, since we almost share birthdays. I sent a friend request and was deeply disappointed that he never responded. Even worse, I found out that he accepted Nick's request to be a facebook friend. Nick never even checks his account! How unfair is that?
So, while some of you mourned the early exit of the Jimmer and your beloved Cougs from the NCAA tournament, I celebrated that loss. The sooner Jimmer exits the national stage and fades into the sunset, the better. Next year, Nick and I can once again observe February 25th as a birthday no-man's land and a definite boundary between our special days without feeling crowded by the hype and nonsense that is Jimmermania.
4 comments:
3 points of important correction/facts at this time:
1) I do not have a Facebook account and merely tricked Jimmer into accepting my friend request by playing the part of Sydney. No doubt, he saw the pregnant profile picture of her and immediately knew what he lost by not finding her in time at BYU. So, he did the next best thing he could, accepted her/my Facebook request.
2) It should be shared that the 24th, 25th, and 26th of February now belong to players of such dominance on a basketball court that Coach K will probably be recruiting us for the next Dream Team. Seriously, Darrell has been putting up some serious minutes on the hardwood.
3) It's March 29th and Darrell is still "crowding my brithday."
The only point of correction that I agree with is Nick's third point. It is March 29th and somebody is still crowding...
Sometimes you just can't have it all - unless you're Jimmer I guess.
I think we should count ourselves lucky that Nick still wants to be apart of our family--the forced wearing the the birthday hat...seriously??!! That is enough to make someone run far, far away. And that doesn't even account for all the repetitive stories he is forced to listen to at work AND at home. I guess Shelly's cooking is worth a lot!
Ew, that Jimmer. So smug. How dare he not accept your friend invite???! His loss!! Happy late Birthday!
P.S. I love your blog! I laugh my face off every time I read!
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