I get home from work today and find my mother very ill.  For health and other reasons, she’s living with us and I’m ever so thankful for the character and positive attitude my wife has about this situation, definately a wife of noble character.  So around 4:30 PM, three and a half hours before tip-off, I drive her to the ER.

Turns out the doctor that treated her is going to Iraq tomorrow as he’s been called up to serve his country.  Really good doctor, and I hope the best for him because I know he’s going to be seeing some hard stuff. 

Tip-off is approaching, and it looks like I’m going to miss it.  See, like many other Dallas folks, we had to put up with the Mavs for a long long time.  We endured times like Derek Harper running the clock out when the game was tied, the 11-71 season, the three J’s, Quinn Buckner, Steve Alford, Kiki Vandeweghe, Cherokee Parks, Uwe Blab, Roy Tarpley’s drug problems, and so on an so on.  So this game one of the NBA Finals really meant a lot to me, but it looks like I was going to have to miss it until . . . . sisterGeeding came to the rescue!

Thanks to her she took my place at the hospital as Mom was being treated and I got to catch the game, intro’s and all.  Just watching the intro was surreal, because after I have been through as a Mavs fan, it was just unbelievable.  I may have accidentally shed a tear.

So far the update on Mom is another case of pneumonia, and it looks like she will be admitted for a couple of days.  Hopefully she will start to feel better, and I owe sisterGeeding big time.  Looks like she won’t be admitted until after midnight, so I’ll have to switch shifts with her right after the game.

I love my sister! (sorry for the year old picture)