Sunday 02/25/2024
Usual Sunday morning. This time of year, the plants take very little water; watering everything took about 3 minutes. Did some music practice. Then it was time to depart for the SWBB game. The carpool was reduced to one person, me. Patty went to the Symphony in SF instead; David G rode his bike, Martha likes to walk to day games. So I drove alone.
I had already made up my mind — I’ve been saying this for months — that this would be my last season, I won’t renew my season ticket next fall. But this was the final home game of the season, so it was the last time I’ll sit in that seat that I’ve occupied for, oh, I don’t know — 20 years? Probably that long, or nearly. At the end of the first quarter I was sure; I really just don’t care, I don’t feel any emotional investment in the team or the program or the venue. So I told Nancy Sabbag, who has been sitting next to me for most of that time, that I wouldn’t be back.
Then, at half time, I got up and just didn’t go back. I felt pretty emotional about it, but also sure. Later in the afternoon I drove to an auto parts store and bought a plain chrome license plate frame. Our car since about 2015 has worn a rear license plate frame that has “Stanford Women’s Basketball” on it. I removed it and replaced it with the plain frame. I kept the old one; I couldn’t stand the idea of dropping it in the recycle. I put it with other historical memorabilia in the history file in the closet.
Later on I had a very productive music practice session. I almost have “Puff” to a state where I can perform it without embarrassing fluffs. And I just kill on Seeger’s “My Get Up and Go”.
At supper time I sat with Patty and Mildred and Miriam, and I told them about basketball and Patty had some strong feelings about my dropping out of the carpool and not sharing games with her and others.
Codgerville 