Struggles of the Basket Life: Complimenting the Baller

I think my husband is wonderful. And I could go on and on about how great he is, but you have probably heard it before. I don’t have any problems sharing publicly how great I think he is. But when it comes to our time in private, I tend not to be as expressive. Interestingly enough, I think he is much more vocal privately and a little more tight-lipped publicly. Not really sure why we are that way, but I know we are both working to be better in communicating our thankfulness for one another in all arenas.

A couple of weeks ago, I started thinking about why I am not as quick to dole out the compliments at home. Joe had just written a blog post and wanted me to read it to see what I thought. I could tell he was excited about it and kind of fishing for a compliment from me about it. And that is when the thought went through my mind that often does:

“Do you really need to hear how great you are? Don’t you get to hear it enough?”

Ugly thought, but it is one I have had. Maybe other wives don’t struggle with this, but I do. I am home taking care of the 4 kids, cleaning, cooking, and doing other various tasks to help Joe do his job better. Now that is my job. I am happy to be where I am. But there are times when it is hard to do it day-after-day without any public recognition. No one is cheering my name. In fact usually I hear more about how we need something from the grocery store or how someone doesn’t like the dinner I made or how the outfit they wore just yesterday isn’t clean yet.

In contrast, Joe is applauded for his job by many people. They have a cheer for him at the games. People want his autograph. His Facebook fan page has over 1,000 people. He gets e-mails almost daily from people contacting him telling him in some way how they appreciate what he does. So I don’t think it was totally insane to wonder in that moment why he needed more.

Bu then I stopped to think for a moment and realized that he doesn’t need more pats on the back from people who don’t know him very well (although he appreciates them more than most professional athletes I know), he wanted to hear confirmation of love from the one he is in a covenant relationship with.

The Bible defines marriage as a covenant (Malachi 2:14). This covenant relationship is to be the representation to the world of the covenant relationship that God entered into with human beings. God made covenants with Noah and Adam in the book of Genesis, which was a binding agreement from which God Himself would never depart. And the covenant was not made because of something that Noah or Adam had done, but initiated by God as a demonstration of His gracious love. There is plenty of other talk of covenant in the Bible, but one of the most powerful passages to me is found in Ezekiel 16:

Again the word of the Lord came to me: “Son of man, make known to Jerusalem her abominations, and say, Thus says the Lord God to Jerusalem: Your origin and your birth are of the land of the Canaanites; your father was an Amorite and your mother a Hittite. And as for your birth, on the day you were born your cord was not cut, nor were you washed with water to cleanse you, nor rubbed with salt, nor wrapped in swaddling cloths. No eye pitied you, to do any of these things to you out of compassion for you, but you were cast out on the open field, for you were abhorred, on the day that you were born.

And when I passed by you and saw you wallowing in your blood, I said to you in your blood, ‘Live!’ I said to you in your blood, ‘Live!’ I made you flourish like a plant of the field. And you grew up and became tall and arrived at full adornment. Your breasts were formed, and your hair had grown; yet you were naked and bare.

When I passed by you again and saw you, behold, you were at the age for love, and I spread the corner of my garment over you and covered your nakedness; I made my vow to you and entered into a covenant with you, declares the Lord God, and you became mine. Then I bathed you with water and washed off your blood from you and anointed you with oil. I clothed you also with embroidered cloth and shod you with fine leather. I wrapped you in fine linen and covered you with silk. And I adorned you with ornaments and put bracelets on your wrists and a chain on your neck. And I put a ring on your nose and earrings in your ears and a beautiful crown on your head. Thus you were adorned with gold and silver, and your clothing was of fine linen and silk and embroidered cloth. You ate fine flour and honey and oil. You grew exceedingly beautiful and advanced to royalty. And your renown went forth among the nations because of your beauty, for it was perfect through the splendor that I had bestowed on you, declares the Lord God. (verses 1-14)

The reason I find this passage of Scripture breathtaking is because God is talking about the way He saw us in our sin before we as Christians were cleansed through Jesus (although at this point the reference is to Israel and how God redeemed them as His people). The image God paints of us in our sin is pretty gross. We were covered in blood, naked, helpless, unwanted by anyone. And yet He set His love upon us and treated us as royalty. When you connect this picture of covenant with the picture of the convenient of marriage it is extremely powerful.

Almost anyone that is married would probably admit that their spouse has seen them at their worst. Joe and I see the parts of each their that no one else sees. It is sinful and ugly and gross. Yet what a powerful image of God’s love when we see that and yet look at one another and say with our words and actions, “I love you despite all of your sin and all your shortcomings. You are still the only one I want to spend the rest of my life with. And I think you are the absolute best.” When we can love like that, the world can understand the kind of love that God pursued us with while we were still dead in our trespasses (Ephesians 2:5 and Colossians 2:13).

So that is why Joe (and I so often) are looking for affirmation from our spouses. It is not because we necessarily needs more strokes to our ego (although it can be), but more often than not is is because the covenant love of marriage speaks the gospel to us. That is why the crowd may get pointed to when Joe hits a three, but it is only me who gets a look of desperation in a time of struggle or frustration during the game. That look says, “You know me more than any other person.  You know what I am feeling right now and how to pray for me.”

That kind of covenant love is beautiful and something I want to be quick to remind my spouse of every single day.

Top 10 of 2010: Brindisi Winning the Legadue Championship (#2)

In August of 2009, Joe headed to a city on the “heel of the boot” in Italy called Brindisi.  When Joe originally signed the contract, we knew very little about the town except that the people were HUGE basketball fans.  The reason we knew this was that we both received messages from people on our blogs long before the contract was even signed.  So going into the season, Joe knew one thing: these fans loved their team and wanted to win games.

I arrived in Brindisi a few weeks after Joe.  In my first week or so there, I can picture sitting in our living room and Joe arriving home from practice.  I was sitting on one couch and he sat down on the other and said to me, “There is no reason this team shouldn’t win the league.”  I thought that would be a cool thing since he had been on two teams in his professional career that had come in second place (and one other that made it to the semi-finals), but never had enjoyed a professional championship.  But a few weeks later that championship became a much bigger deal in my mind for one reason:

I found out I was pregnant again (a big surprise).

After the shock of the news had settled a bit, we had to decide with an early May due date where I should have the baby.  And after many considerations, we decided it would be best for me to go home to have the baby.  This meant that the only way for Joe to POSSIBLY be there when they baby was born was if Brindisi came in first place in the regular season of Legadue.  By God’s providence, the winner of the regular season would be done after the regular season and not have to play in playoffs (that rule has been changed this year).  The regular season was done May 2 and I was due May 8.  We started praying every single day that Brindisi would win the regular season.  We knew it still might not guarantee Joe would be home for the birth (I was going home at the beginning of April and the baby could come early, although I had never had a baby early), but we prayed hard for God to answer our prayer.

This was such a wonderful lesson for me in persevering in prayer.  I really struggle to lay my emotions out to God and pray with fervor for something.  As sad as it is, I know the reason is that I am afraid I won’t get what I want.  And I am afraid that I will be mad at God for it and I don’t want to see that distrust in God revealed.  For me it is easier to just kind of hope for it and if it doesn’t happen than I can just move on and not have had a whole of emotions invested into what I was praying for.  But when I read through the Psalms of David and others who poured their hearts out to God, it doesn’t seem like that is how God wants me to operate in prayer.  I think He wants me to lay bare all my heart and emotions before Him and if it doesn’t work in the way that I had hoped to learn to trust Him in a much deeper and fuller way through that disappointment.

So from September 2009 until April 2010 I asked God daily for Brindisi to win that championship so Joe could be home with me to welcome our 4th child into the world.  The season did not start out as I had hoped.  Early in the season they were sitting in 5th place and other teams looked just as strong as them.  Brindisi would slowly climb up in the standings, but teams above them kept wining too.  God did a great work in my heart to help me to keep praying each and every day and not let the circumstances make me waver in my prayers.  We kept believing as a family that God could still bring a championship to Brindisi if He wanted to, but if He didn’t that it would be in our best interest in the end.

As the second half of the season went on, Brindisi kept winning games and the other top teams started dropping games.  By the time I was headed home at the beginning of April, Brindisi was alone in first place by one game with 4 games to go.  It was such a thrill to see the way God had orchestrated the events of the season to answer our prayer.  By the time the last two games of the season rolled around, Brindisi was already guaranteed the championship and our little baby Isaiah was still safely tucked inside.  May 2 rolled around and Joe had his last game and two days later he arrived back home.  God even gave us a few extra days to enjoy ourselves by having Isaiah arrive a week late on May 15.

I realize that Brindisi did not just win the championship merely so Joe could be home when Isaiah was born.  God is not that simple.  He is always orchestrating a thousand things in various people’s lives at one time.  That is why a movie like “Bruce Almighty” speaks volumes about how we as humans think we could run things better by having all our own desires fulfilled, but forget about the millions of other people and circumstances that our own lives are affecting.

I am thankful that Joe was able to be home for Isaiah’s birth and that he was able to enjoy a professional championship.  But I am more excited that we as a family learned to persevere in prayer for something, while resting in the sovereignty, wisdom and love of God to graciously gives us what He knew would be best for us.

Joe’s Series on Christianity and Sports

Not only is my husband a great basketball player, a wonderful husband and dad, the most handsome guy I know and the one person who can make me snort when I laugh, but he is also a very wise man and a great writer.  For those of you who haven’t been to his blog, here is a great chance to go visit it.  He just finished an awesome series on Christianity and sports. He really wrote some incredibly insightful thoughts on the topic and I am not just being a braggy wife here (although I am his wife who is bragging about him).  Hopefully it will become a book some day because there really isn’t a lot of great material out there for the professional athlete that is a Christian.  There are a lot of great books for Christians who are average sports enthusiasts and amateurs, but nothing for the professional who is thinking deeply about how to honor God in his job as an athlete.  The posts are lengthy, but I believe it will be worth your time to read through them whenever you have the chance.

Top 10 of 2010: Another Contract for 2010-2011 (#3)

I meant to get this post up yesterday and with my unthankful heart, it probably would have helped to write it.  Because although it can be difficult to be in another culture and away from friends and family where every day tasks are stressful, having a well-paying job is not something to overlook.  Everyone talks about the economy and how it has affected many people’s lives and basketball is an area that has been hit as well.  Teams are making cuts, paying less and looking for players from their own country to alleviate costs.

We have been through plenty of ups and downs with basketball: being released from teams, coaching changes that caused less playing time for Joe or a different role to be fulfilled, payments not being made, strife among teammates, etc.  But this year we really have much to give thanks for.  Joe has another job in LegaDue, which for the most part is a steady, reliable league.  He is on a team where the guys all get along, he gets paid and the team has been helpful.  None of this is to be taken lightly.

Joe is now 31.5 years old and his career is definitely into the second half.  This is his 10th season of playing professionally and each year it becomes more and more obvious that a job is a great blessing.  I am thankful for another year not only that God has provided for us financially, but another season that He has used basketball to show us the idols of our hearts and to remove us from our comfort and ease of American lifestyle.  God is gracious to continue to use basketball as a big tool in our lives to change us more into the image of Jesus.

Always Keep a Camera On-Hand

I know I am totally behind the times, but I just saw this video of Christian music artist Carlos Whittaker and his funny “dad” moment with his son in the car. If you haven’t seen “Single Ladies Devastation”, take a look at the video, it is really funny (RSS click through)

I found it funny for a number of reasons. First of all, we have a little sensitive guy who totally would have cried over something like that. Look at this face he gives often:

I also thought the sister sitting beside him was hilarious too. Check out how upset she is with her dad! That could totally be our Abby.

But we have also had those moments when we have a little laugh at our children with something that was not purposeful. For Carlos and family, his blunder involved music, ours involved basketball (RSS click through to watch).

Amazingly enough, he still loves basketball,

A Baller and His Shoes

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December 2010: Joe's current shoe of choice are the Kobe's

Having been an athlete myself, I think I can relate to Joe and his job much easier. But one thing I still cannot understand is a basketball player’s obsession with his shoes.

I played soccer and all we needed was one pair of cleats for normal conditions, another pair of replaceable studs for long, wet grass and possibly another pair of turfs for dry, hard ground. You usually didn’t get them for their look, as there wasn’t a ton of variety. I pretty much found my favorite cleats when I was about 12 years old (Adidas Copa Mundial) and didn’t vary too much from that over the years, except when I went to Penn State and had to wear Nike gear and they started coming out with more specific cleats for women.

But basketball shoes are a whole other “ball game”. They have high tops and low tops and any color you can imagine. Some shoes are heavier and more stable. Other are light and flexible. And it seems like the shoes you wear say something about you. I cannot count the number of times Joe has asked me after a game how his shoes looked and I had not even noticed he was wearing different ones.

These shoes are my nemesis though when we spend what I seem to think is obscene amounts of money on them (although he tells me he is pretty simple compared to other guys, which I do believe him on) or when I find them lying all over the house. Every time I see him looking online at another pair I always ask him how many he needs. I am always instructed on how there are shoes for practice, shoes for games, shoes for working out and others for just walking around. Last year though I found pictures of him in 3 different pairs of shoes during the games:

So am I the only wife that finds the shoe thing a bit crazy? What does your spouse have a lot of that you find hard to understand (I know there has to be some women out there with a lot of purses!)

Memory Lane: The Minor Leagues

For some reason this morning, my mind was lead back to ponder Joe’s time spent in minor league basketball.  It wasn’t a lot of time, but it sure holds a lot of memories for me.  So I thought today I would share some of the most amusing memories of Joe’s time in the minor leagues, just so people don’t think Europe is the only place where you can run into some craziness in the basketball world.

As a quick recap, here is how Joe spent his time in the minor leagues:

October- November 2002: Gary, Indiana (CBA)
December 2002- January 2003: Rockford, Illinois (CBA)
October 2003- March 2004: Kansas City, Missouri (ABA)
May- June 2004: Easton, Pennsylvania (USBL)
October 2004- February 2005: Kansas City, Missouri (ABA)

November 2002: Gary, Indiana (our living accommodations with a kitchen. ie. hotel room with a mini-frigde and microwave)

1. Whenever I think about the minor leagues, one of the first things that comes to mind and makes me laugh is the fact that Joe actually got released from a minor league team!  Right after we got married, Joe decided to take a job with the Gary Steelheads of the CBA in order to try and get back to the NBA where he had played for the Lakers and Suns the season before.  About a month after being there, the coach decided he didn’t think Joe’s game fit with what he wanted to do and released him.  Although it can be stressful when your husband isn’t playing well or if the threat of getting released lies on the horizon, this one was actually humorous.  I can still picture Joe and I just laughing at the fact that he had gone from playing in the NBA to getting released from a minor league team a few months later.

2. The next team we went to was in Rockford, Illinois and like many minor league teams, we were put up in a hotel (later we got an apartment, but had to pay for it since we wanted to live by ourselves and not another teammate).  Joe left a few days later and there I was by myself in a new city…on Thanksgiving.  I needed food, so I had to swallow my pride and go sit by myself on Thanksgiving and eat dinner at Cracker Barrel.  It was a really sad time for me, but a great way for me to realize that I can hope way too much in the traditions that go along with a holiday.

3. While in Rockford I didn’t have a whole lot to do, so I volunteered to help out in their team office.  I would go in and spend a few hours calling people to try to get them to come to Rockford Lightning basketball games.  I think I may have convinced 1 or 2 people.

4. Our next experience in the minor leagues was in the ABA in Kansas City.  Joe had played briefly in the ABA between the Lakers and the Suns out in California, so he had a small idea of what it would be like.  The ABA is more spread out across the country though, so the travel was more involved than it had been in the CBA.  But the biggest change from the CBA was the cheesy atmosphere.  A lot of times it seemed like they were trying to draw people in with the extracurriculars, instead of just the basketball.  One thing the Kansas Knights did was get a theme song.  To this day I still have yet to see another professional team with their own theme.  But the KC Knights found a local rap group to record one for them.  And they played it…over and over and over again.  Every once and awhile it still pops into my head and it takes a good three days to get it out.  I wish I could find it on the internet for you, but I guess it died when the team did in 2005.  They did give us a CD copy of it but I seem to have misplaced it.

5. The first year of the KC Knights was also the year of Success Meals.  It was a local Kansas City food program for those trying to lose weight (think Nutrisystem).  Each of the players (and wives, although there were only two of us) filled out a profile and had our 5 small mini meals delivered in a cooler each morning for our days food.  It kept me from having to cook too much, but we still laugh about some of the foods we got.  They found a way to put protein in everything: pancakes, oatmeal, brownies (they were actually pretty good).  You did have to start your day off with some serious fruit though to keep your digestive system moving with all the protein you got packed into your day.

February 2004: Kansas City, Missouri (the ABA played with the old school red, white and blue ball)

6. Joe’s team that year in Kansas City was actually pretty good though.  The league was competitive, he had other good players on his team and they provided some good entertainment each night.  I think that is why I was so shocked during one night of the season when his teammate stepped up to the free throw line and did something I had never seen before and have never seen since.  Before I tell you what that was, let me tell you, this guy was a good player.  He had just been with the Bulls and would later play with the Suns.  But for some reason reason that night he got a case of the shanks.  He stepped up to the free throw line and shot an AIR BALL.  I am not kidding.  I sat there looking around like it was some kind of joke.  I was right behind the basket and was sort of chuckling a bit because what professional basketball player does that, right?  Well, he not only did it one time, he did it a second time!  It was the craziest thing I have ever seen.

7. The next year we went back to Kansas City and things were not quite as stable as they had been the year before.  The year before Joe had a decent salary, a good coach and the league was competitive.  The second year, we could tell right from the beginning that things were a little less professional.  For one thing, the “other entertainment” at the games got a little more outrageous.  This year instead of cheerleaders, the management brought in local strippers that were positioned at either end of the court in their “work” attire perched on a moveable pole.  I think it only took about one game and a lot of angry mothers before  the poles were removed and the women were covered up a bit more.

8. The final season of minor league basketball also brought about our first dealing with money problems.  In Greece we had been owed money that we eventually got, but it didn’t involve deception.  In Greece you often just don’t get paid what the contract says.  They don’t say they will put it in the bank next week or try to cover it up, they just avoid the subject, pay late and then once the season is over, don’t bother paying anymore.  The second year in Kansas City, Joe would get handed a paycheck, we would send it to our bank and get the call that it bounced.  This happened several times until finally Joe confronted the owner who said he didn’t have the money.  That ended our time in the minor leagues.

So minor league basketball is basically just as hit-or-miss as European basketball can be at times, except you tend to get paid less and play more times per week.  The only perk is living in the U.S. and we have learned to be just as content overseas.

Struggles of the Basket Life: Adults Viewed Casually

My cell phone rang about 30 minutes after Joe left for practice this morning.  It was an unknonw number, but I picked it up and said “Hello?”

“Pronto.  This is ______ (Joe’s teammate).  Is Elijah there?”

I don’t normally get phone calls for Elijah on my cell phone.  But it didn’t totally surprise me because Elijah usually goes to practice with Joe on Tuesday mornings but was home after being sick last night.  And Joe’s teammates are “his buddies”, so I wasn’t surprised he got a call.  I have said it many times, that I am so thankful Joe can take Elijah to practice and Elijah can bond with other guys.

The only thing that concerns me at times is that in this lifestyle where your Dad plays a game for a living and his fellow employees are guys you can just hang out with, is that adults can be viewed very casually.  Not we aren’t super conservative when it comes to how we interact with the kids.  They don’t have to call us “sir” or “ma’am”.  We give our kids high fives, which some parents think is too casual.  But I do want the kids to grow up respecting their elders (Leviticus 19:32).

I grew up always calling adults Mr. or Mrs. except in rare cases of very close family friends.  Our kids barely know any Mr. or Mrs. because so many of the adults that they know are in the basketball world.  Elijah doesn’t go to practice calling Joe’s teammate Mr. ____.  In fact, most of the time he refers to Joe’s teammates by the nicknames that Joe himself calls them!  He gives them high fives, wrestles with them, plays games with them and invites them over for brunch.

I love that our kids get to interact in Joe’s job in such an intimate way because of the casualness of it, but I do wonder how they will transition into the culture of Mr. and Mrs. when Joe’s career is done?

Like Father, Like Son

I need to write the second part to my post on Child-Free Flights, but the last few days have been a little busy. So until then, I thought I would get another post up.

One of the great things about Joe’s job is that he can take Elijah to practice with him, which Elijah just LOVES. All the other guys on the team are so great to him, and he gets to sit and watch professionals play, which makes him a better player. The other week, he saw the guys dribbling with two balls, so he figured he would try it. After a few times of practicing it, here is where he is at. Having a dad who is a professional gives him a “slight” advantage over other 4-year-olds.

Understanding the Basket Life: Accommodations

One last area I will explain is the area of the accommodations a player is usually provided with in his contract when playing in the NBA, minor leagues or overseas. Again, this is only from the experience that Joe has had in those leagues and there can be many different situations where different agreements are made.

So some of the main areas of the contract that are typically addressed:

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Brindisi, Italy (2nd Division): 2009-2010

1. Housing
In the NBA you are required to find your own housing. The team may be able to point you towards some suggested areas of living, but you are the one who must rent or buy the housing. In the minor leagues, you are typically provided with housing. Joe has gotten anything from a regular hotel room to a hotel suite to an apartment. Although it doesn’t sound that great to live in a hotel, the one year we were in the minor leagues we lived in a suite that was attached to another regular room so that we had two bedrooms (we only had Abby at this point), two bathrooms, a kitchen and a living area. Plus the housecleaning came in once a week. I kind of liked the set-up! That year the team also provided us with meals from a company that specialized in providing healthy meals catered directly to the individual so I felt like I barely had anything to do but take care of Abby.

Overseas you are also provided with housing. The fun part of the contract comes in when you start specifying what type of housing you want. For example, we now ask for a certain number of bedrooms, washer and dryer, and internet and satellite to be paid for (things like gas, electric, water, etc. are almost always paid for and is usually not specified in the contract). Some people ask for things like a yard or a parking space/garage as well. You want to be comfortable where you will be living for 7-9 months, but if you get too picky it can be hard to get all you want. We have found it to be wise to just pick a few things that are really important to you. You realize quickly that you can make just about anywhere work if you need to.

Overseas they also furnish the apartments for you. If you have read my funky beds and funky couches posts, you know that these furnishings can at times be quite interesting. Usually we go with whatever they provide for us, except at times in the area of the mattress. Joe’s job is physically demanding, so to be waking up with a sore back isn’t going to help him perform at the top of his game.

2. Car
In the NBA or minor leagues, you usually drive your own car to wherever it is in the country you are playing. But when you fly overseas, your car doesn’t usually come with you. So the team provides you with a car. The team pays for the insurance and rental/purchase of the car and you as the player pay for gas and any damage you do to the car. Sometimes players need to specify having a car with automatic shift because either they or their girlfriend or wife cannot drive stick. Most cars you are provided with overseas are stick shift (one of the many reasons I am thankful for my dad: he insisted I learn to drive stick by buying me a stick-shift for my first car).

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Barcellona, Italy (2nd Division): 2010-2011

3. Airplane Tickets
In overseas contracts they typically provide you with a certain number of airplane tickets. When Joe first went overseas in Greece it was just the two of us, so he was given six tickets. Two were for the two of us to go over and fly back, I used one to get home for a friend’s wedding and then we were able to bless two other friends and family member with a free trip to Athens.  Now that we have six family members we don’t usually get any extra tickets beyond us getting over and back.  Some players specify flying business class as well, especially if the player is much taller and has a hard time fitting in the economy class seats.

4. Health Care
The NBA provides a very nice healthcare plan for their players and families. In the minor leagues, you are usually not provided with any sort of health care. But the one year I was pregnant with Abby and we decided to stay in the U.S. and for Joe to play in the minor leagues so I could give birth in the U.S., so we knew we needed to find a team that would provide health care. So the minor league team was able to put us both on their employee health care plan, which was a huge blessing.

Overseas, you can typically get free health care if you are a registered resident of the town you are playing in. Contrary to what most Americans believe though, free public health care illustrates the fact that you get what you pay for! You can have long waits, appointments where you don’t feel like you are getting the best attention and/or care, and having to go to multiple locations for something that could be taken care of at one place in the U.S. Having been pregnant 4 times overseas, given birth twice, and had 4 young children over here, I have seen more health care than anything else besides basketball games in Europe. Each place is different and it may be worth it to request the team to pay for private health care in the contract.

Hopefully these few posts gave a better idea of how you get started into a basketball career and some of the other particulars that are involved in obtaining a job. Keep reading the blog to find out more about our lives in the basketball world,