Today I went for the first time in my life to a professional basketball game. The match: Veracruz Falcons against Soles de Mexicali. Just breaking my past I did what I did long ago: Hang out with friends for fun. I was already defeated in bed on Saturday night when my cell phone came a message of encouragement: "I have two tickets for you and your child for the Falcons game today. Shall we? "I do not think twice. My son had called me an hour ago to tell me that tonight he preferred to stay with Mom. So I did not think twice and accepted the invitation to the angel that God sent me these days, at the right time indeed.
And there I was. Sitting in the auditorium, next to the club of Veracruz. How intense! Living a live game is definitely much better than staying at home to count sheep to sleep. The people, the shouts, the excitement, the game .. Who could tell? "Seeing a professional basketball game live. I looked like 1 day and now I think I'll be in the next game of the Falcons in his next presentation at home.
Let's be frank, is not the game or sport or the team what excites me both as a poster. It is the company of the night. The fact that you invite me thinking not only me but my son stole my heart. It was certainly a noble gesture that virtually no one had me (us).
The party's victory and the feeling of estarme finding myself again. He who always was but for accidents of life had left stored on a shelf in the attic (attic clear that I have, but I figure metaphorical place).
Although this time I was without the baby (I know that is not baby, is 9 years old but I'm saying baby because to me it still is) but I hope the next game to share the experience (and company) with him. I think he likes me as the spectacle of a euphoric audience to support his team.
Then for dinner. A long, rich and fun dinner. I laughed so much and I felt so good and so secure that I had to write about this incident.
Today we won. Not only because the Hawks have beaten the soles, but because here I am again. That I thought I lost, reminding me, recognizing me, and improved in very rough way.
You update this post with a picture of dinner. As soon as I make them go. And if not, I hope it is enough description. I'm fully myself, just me, after the nightmare from which I could not wake up.
A text message, a live game and a dinner were enough to wake me up. Simple ... just like me what the doctor ordered.
UPDATE:
Not my style lately is to put my recent photos on the blog. But going by adoyma ! The after dinner party with friends:
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