2017 NBA Uniform Tracker – April 15

Long time no blog.  Sorry about that.  I have decided to spend the next two months writing about uniforms worn during the 2017 NBA playoffs.  Why uniforms?  I am a uniform and logo geek.  Why NBA?  There are fantastic uniform trackers for MLB, NFL, and NHL, but none that I can find for NBA.  I will attempt to post an image of each uniform worn during the playoffs and keep track of each team’s record while wearing each uniform.  Credit where credit is due – all or almost all of these images come from Chris Creamer’s http://sportslogos.net

108 – 109

97 – 83

82 – 111

97 – 95

Indiana Pacers (0-1) – Blue (0-1)

Cleveland Cavaliers (1-0) – White (1-0)

Milwaukee Bucks (1-0) – Black (1-0)

Toronto Raptors (0-1) – White (0-1)

Memphis Grizzlies (0-1) – Dark Blue (0-1)

San Antonio Spurs (1-0) – White (1-0)

Utah Jazz (1-0) – Indigo (1-0)

Los Angeles Clippers (0-1) – White (0-1)

Joel

When I started this blog last year, I presumed the kids would provide the bulk of my material.  I think this has been the case.  I also feel like now is as good a time as any to introduce them a little bit more.  I will start with Joel, for no other reason than the fact that he is the kid who spends the most time with me.  Joel is our youngest child.  He is a 50/50 split, genepoolwise – he has his mother’s looks and is an introvert like his father.  He has a “logical” thought process.  What I mean by that is the conclusions to which he comes make sense, even if/when they are unexpected.  I had the following exchange with him in November:

“Why do some cars not have license plates on the front?”
“You need to have them only on the back in some states, like Michigan, where Auntie Sam grew up.”
“I want to go to Michigan.”
“Ok, that would be fun.”
“So we can take off our front license plate as soon as we get there.”

I’m glad he’s thought this one through.

From Sunday:

https://twitter.com/Mtn_Dew_Dad/status/823236494546583554?s=09

I get it – the Millennium Falcon is more important to him than the Atlanta Falcons will probably ever be – he is not the jock of the family.

Double Standard

In the interests of full disclosure, this might not be the most popular writing I do.  That being said, there is definitely a double standard in the house in which I live.  Is it because I am a man married to a woman?  Is it because I am a stay at home dad with two part time jobs and my wife has a full time career job?  Is it because we have a blended family?  I don’t know, but a few events stick out to me.

In March of 2012, my wife went to a party at a friend’s house.  After putting the kids to bed, I sat down to watch a basketball game.  When my wife got home, she asked me why I was watching basketball without having done the dishes (a fair question) since she would have done the dishes if I had gone out that night.  What’s “funny” is that, at that point in time, I was singing in a choir and would more often than not come “home” to a sink full of dirty dishes.  I guess it was ok for her to leave a sink full of dirty dishes while she looked at Facebook but it wasn’t ok for me to leave a sink full of dirty dishes while I watched basketball.

On November 14, 2013 (our fourth anniversary), my wife attended a three hour choir rehearsal, went out with friends afterwards, and came home and went straight to bed.  On December 13, 2013 (the night of our then three year old son’s holiday program), my wife attended a three hour choir rehearsal, went out with friends afterwards, and came home and went straight to bed.  On November 14, 2014 (our fifth anniversary), my wife asked me to get out of all or part of a part time work shift.  On December 10, 2015, my wife got out of part of a three hour choir rehearsal to attend her then thirteen year daughter’s band concert.  On May 5, 2016, my wife got out of part of a three hour choir rehearsal to attend her then thirteen year old daughter’s band concert.  On Thursday, December 15, 2016 (the night of our then four year old’s holiday program), my wife attended a three hour choir rehearsal, went out with friends afterwards, and came home and went straight to bed.  I guess it was ok for her to make a three to five hour night of it on our anniversary but it wasn’t ok for me to work a three to five hour shift on our anniversary.  I guess her daughter’s performances trump choir but our son’s performances don’t trump choir.

My wife frequently points out that, after working an eight hour day, she often needs to do housework after she gets home (a fair point).  If I point out that, while frequently working Friday nights, Saturdays, and Sundays, I often need to do the same housework on weekends that she does on weeknights, I am reminded that five is greater than two.  I guess it’s a competition.

My wife frequently makes two or three different things for dinner for a family of five (different tastes for different kids).  If I offer to make two or three different things for dinner for a family of five, I am shot down with, “you get what you get and you don’t throw a fit.”

Am I right?  Am I wrong?  Nothing in particular set off this post – it has been five to seven years in the making.  I might write something unpopular tomorrow; I might not.  I might write something popular tomorrow; I might not.  Until then…

Happy New Year

Long time no blog.  Sorry about that.  As busy as the end of summer was, the first few months of the schoolyear have been even busier.  Toward the end of 2016, I noticed many people on social media saying what a bad year 2016 was.  I don’t know if I would say 2016 was better than 2015.  I don’t know if I would say 2016 was worse than 2015.  I don’t know how, as a stay at home dad, I would measure years against each other.  Our seventh grader became an eighth grader.  Our kindergartner became a first grader.  Our first year preschooler became a second year preschooler.  My wife got a raise.  I got a raise at my first part time job and got a second part time job.  I don’t say these things to brag – we did what was expected of us and moved up in the world.  I say this sincerely – if you had a bad 2016, I hope you have a good 2017; if you had a good 2016, I hope you have a better 2017.

Checkered Flag, Here I Come!

My apologies to “Cars” for my unclever take on one of its lines.  Friday got off to an uneventful enough start – Joel slept until 7:30 and Paul slept until 8 – and had an uneventful enough end with a few fireworks in between.  Paul told me he wishes he had a different dad (I think he’s done with me and this summer).  I guess we had gone about a week without a fight over who flushes the toilet (Joel pooped, Paul peed, Paul flushed his pee and Joel’s poop before Joel could flush his poop – apparently this is a big deal).  Joel wanted to play with the kids’ Lionel train.  Paul wanted to suck his thumb and not get dressed.  I think everyone was done with summer to some degree.  Fifteen down, zero (or two) to go.

Happy Birthday, Mom!

Thursday was my wife’s birthday, and we went to the Mall of America to celebrate.  Both boys took it easy during the day so that they wouldn’t be “all out of energy” later.  Joel did fall asleep watching Play Doh on YouTube.  For whatever reason, he loves watching videos of adults playing with kids’ toys (apparently, he’s nor the only one – there are hundreds, thousands, maybe hundreds of thousands of videos like this) and occasionally falls asleep to them during the day.  At any rate, I think a good time was had by all.  Fourteen down, one (or three) to go.