Recently, my husband scored 4 tickets to a Phoenix Suns basketball game. We loaded our 5 & 7 year old daughters into the car and headed off, excited to watch the game together!
We splurged on PHX Suns face paint; ordered up our churro, nachos, and pizza; and found our seats. While I was settling in, my 5-year-old asked (loudly, I may add), “Momma are the black ones mean and the white ones good?” For a startled moment I thought I raised a racist – but then realized, after looking at center court – the teams adorned a black uniform and a white uniform. Thank God!
So I replied (just as loudly, I may add), “Oh honey Phoenix is in a white UNIFORM and the other team from another city is in a black UNIFORM, they are both nice – but yes the white uniform is from where we live.”
“Oh,” she said. “Momma, why are people yelling at the black uniform team?”
Now I understand her confusion. “I know it seems not nice, but they just want their team to win honey.”
She was intrigued by the concession workers shouting up and down the aisles for popcorn, cookies, and cotton candy- and stared as only 5 -year-olds can. She even raised her hand for a beer , which I had to kindly pop back down.
When the cheerleaders came on stage she stood straight up to get a better look, and could not keep her eyes off of them. I tried to forget that the clothes may be too revealing and dance moves a little “adult” and just tried to enjoy my child so excited. She exclaimed, “Mommy, I didn’t know GIRLS were in basketball!” Obviously she is unaware of the WNBA (note to self: must youtube that at home.)
Later in the game, the visiting team double-dribbled, or fouled (Perhaps I also need a lesson in basketball) and the announcer barreled over the loud speaker, “ Personal foul and automatic time-out”.
”Mommy!! THEY got in trrouuuble! They have to go to TIME OUT!”
I can’t wait to take her to next game.