Chocolate brown fingernails and making basketball history

by Katie on March 2, 2009

A few weeks ago, I had this sudden urge to paint my fingernails a dark color. I’m not really sure why – for most of my life, and all of my adult life, I haven’t even liked nail polish, much less anything bold like that. 
I think it may have something to do with Dierks Bentley’s Feel That Fire song
I thought black might portray some sort of strange “gothic farmer’s wife” look, so I scanned for something a little more subtle while I was grocery shopping at Wal-Mart early Saturday morning. Maybe a shiny, dark purple? 
But I found the perfect chocolate brown in the 99 cent section – no way was I spending more than that on this little experiment.   
Brandon didn’t see them until we were eating dinner Saturday evening. 
“What did you do that for?”
“I really don’t know. I just wanted to, and I don’t know why.”
“Well it looks weird. Like I married some gothic girl or something.” (What did I tell you?)
“I kinda like them.”
“It’s just different. You don’t usually wear anything on them, do you?”
“No. In fact, I don’t think I’ve painted my nails since I’ve known you.”
“Maybe that’s what it is. I’m just not used to seeing any color there.”
“Maybe. But it is pretty dark.”
[And a few minutes later, as he was finishing dinner while staring down at my fingernails]
“Ugh. I think I’m going to the other room now. I don’t want to look at that anymore.” 
…But I really like them now. And he hasn’t mentioned it since. So I guess they’re growing on both of us.
Other than the new nail polish, the most exciting thing in our weekend was my basketball team finally winning a game. For a little background, we had lost every game with an average point differential of 14, and there were only two weeks left in the season. These kids needed a win. 
At halftime, we were up 18-6, and in our huddle my kids were saying: 
“Coach Katie, we might win this one.”
“Coach Katie, we’re winning.”
And the best one…
“I can’t believe it! We’re winning!”
As the game progressed into the third and fourth quarters, they were so excited they could hardly contain themselves. All the parents had video cameras out (for the first time all season). We were making team history. 
From the bench, you could still hear comments like: 
“We’re really gonna win, we’re really gonna win!”
“Coach Katie, do you see the score? We’re really gonna win!”
And again…
“I just can’t beleive it!”
I was very happy for them. Most of my kids are playing for the first time this year, and I was afraid it was also going to be the last time after getting discouraged week after week under our losing streak.
After the game, we all went to Cold Stone, and one parent bought ice cream for the whole team – and me. It was a big celebration. I was chatting with a few of the kids, and I asked one of them, “That was a fun game, huh?”
“Yes, and I still can’t believe we won!”
I tried to add in a little inspiration: 
“What do you mean you didn’t beleive? Of course we could win – you always have to think that.”
“Well, I guess I beleived. But I didn’t think it would really happen.”
-Same thing, kid. Oh well. 
And then some of the parents asked, seriously, “So, we were wondering if you could just forfeit the game next week, so they can end the season with a win?”
Oh, I wish. 
It was a great day. 
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