pLAiN cRAzY.

When it comes to

BASKETBALL,

My father is competitive...

like REALLY competitive...

like the MOST competitive person

I've ever met.

He's pretty much

cRAzY cOMpEtiTiVE.

When it comes to

BASKETBALL,

My mother is anxious...

like REALLY anxious...

like the MOST anxious person

I've ever met.

She's pretty much

cRAzY aNXiOuS.

So...

what happens when you put the two together?

you

get

ME.

And

when it comes to

BASKETBALL,

I'm just

pLAiN cRAzY.

Seriously though

I am

and it's not even my fault.

I was

BORN THIS WAY.

I've tried everything to reverse it,

but when it's an

important game,

a big game-

I find myself

FREAKING OUT.

I've tried to talk sense into myself.

But

I can't.

Cause I'm pLAiN cRAzY.

I have LOST it

at games

SO MANY TIMES

and in

SO MANY WAYS.

I've cried.

I've got into fights.

I've screamed.

I've stomped

(which once again is NOT my fault.

The stomp has been passed on to me

by my father.

It's like instinct.)

and jumped.

I (usually) don't swear-

cause I think it's bad luck.

(Brock does NOT think it's bad luck.)

Oh and I've prayed too

and did I mention

I've cried.

BUT today I will be calm.

The Cougars are playing for a chance to go to the

SWEET SIXTEEN.

OH HOW I WANT THEM TO WIN...

but I will fight ALL my cRAzy instincts

and try to

ENJOY

this game.

Cause this game is

SPECIAL.

For my cRAzY aNxiOuS mother-

who by the way is

TOTALLY holding it together-

like a CHAMP.

AND for my cRAzY cOMpEtiTiVE dad.

I am so thrilled for them

BOTH.

This is such an AMAZING thing for them.

But,

I WILL

still be praying.

Not for

wins.

Only to say

THANK YOU

for this AWesOmE dAy!

So

Good Luck

to my cRAzy parents!

I love you both

EVEN IF

you made me

pLAiN cRAzY.

p.s. Brock said that normally he does NOT think I'm crazy,

but then he read this and thinks I'm loco for writing it.

Three cheers for Brock

'cause he loves the crazy chick. :)