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Reality Kicks In the Closer We Get

Reality Kicks In the Closer We Get

Andy-MurrayToday, I wove my Union Jack along with the millions of Brits who watched Andy Murray lift the hearts of a nation in their 77 year quest for a homegrown Wimbledon champion.

The media story line during my lifetime and that of my parents has always been that of Fred Perry as the last man to win at Wimbledon.It was a story built on suspense as each Brit who entered the draw was scrutinized for their ability to pull it off. “Could this be the year?” was a constant question probed and analyzed by tennis elites commentators.

Today, Andy Murray pulled it off.  He silenced the media and brought British tennis its long awaited cup of water.

As I watched the aftermath of Murray’s match, his moment as King of the Court, I took pause in an after match interview with ESPN as he expressed doubts he’d ever win it after his disappointing loss to Federer in last year’s Finals. He explained, “I had to face that  I might never win it.”

After getting so close last year, Murray explained that he accepted that he had done his best and would continue to do his best, but he did so with the acceptance he might not win it, Wimbledon or for that matter a Grand Slam.  He wasn’t giving up, but he was being realistic.

Andy Murray always dreamed of being a Wimbledon Champion, however, it was only as he got closer to the dream that he realized it may not happen.  Reality kicked in.

Over the past year,  I’ve followed a similar path. I’ve had to accept the reality of a childless future. As a woman of advanced maternal age, my chances of natural conception are under 5%, despite strong genes and normal tests. At my age, it takes a little luck and a lot of money to up those odds to just 30%. Forget that I haven’t had a boyfriend in years, that’s just a side note these days.

Like, Andy Murray, I’m faced with accepting my reality. I may never be a mother.

And while I appreciate the power of positive thinking, miracles and Godly interventions, I am also a realist. Medically, the odds of children with my own DNA may not happen.

Yes, there are still options for having children in my future, but at the moment, I’m not there, so please don’t patronize me with platitudes or stories of so many unwanted children in the world. I know this, but envisioning something different than what you dreamed of as a child is a process one must work through.  Like Murray, I have to get comfortable with the idea, the idea that the dream, the natural rite of passage for women may elude me.

And while I do accept, I’m not out of the game, I am the fertility equivalent of Andre Agassi in his last few years on the tour.  He stayed in the top 50 in the world and managed to grunt out wins in five setters, making it to quarterfinals, semifinals, and finals of Grand Slams despite a tight back and a body that was breaking down. And while he won his last Grand Slam at 33, at that time, ancient in the world of tennis, it was no where short of a miracle his body withstood the brutality of long rallies and short recovery times.

Here’s hoping for miracles, but working toward acceptance of reality.

Oh, and congratulations, Andy Murray!






Hard Court Red Carpet: Winners and Losers

Hard Court Red Carpet: Winners and Losers

Louisville and Michigan may have won the games last night, but I counted seven more winners, and yes, seven more losers.

Winner: Charles Barkley. The 3-piece, pinstripe suit with Carolina blue tie along with Chuck’s endearing personality makes him a slam dunk on Greg, Greg and Kenny.
Loser: The white dude. He sticks out, not for being the creme in the double-chocolate cookies of Greg and Greg, and Kenny and Chuck, but for the blinding blue jacket that looks as if he rented it from the Georgia Dome’s lost and found collection.

Winner: Tracy. Her gilded sweater, big watch and knee-high black boots provided court side diversity in a sea of black suits.
Loser: Clarke, Steve, Jim. No risks taken with these guys. Boring!! Fortunately, their talent is unseen–their voice is what matters.

Winner: Rick Pitino. One of the godfather’s of modern college hoops, Pitino is a head to toe classic.
Loser: Jim Boheim. Show a little school spirit. A lavender tie screamed I packed my Easter tie instead of my “Go ‘Cuse” orange and blue striped tie.

Winner: Syracuse. In the battle of the highlighters, the Orange win. Simply orange complements more of the Syracuse players than the yellow of the Michigan players. Wichita State, you came close, but your lack of uniformity in shoes and the superman chevron on the sleeve put you out of contention.
Loser: Louisville. The white and grey animal cheetah shorts and under shirts took emphasis away from the classic red and white color combo. Not good for a program that has a rich history of winning it all and is in the upper eschelon of college basketball.

Winner: Louisville. Cheerleading classic long sleeves mixed in with trendy cropped tops shows these southern girls know how to be discreet and sexy at the same time.
Loser: Syracuse. Girls, you live in New York where it’s cold and there’s no opportunity for a natural tan until July. Cover up! We don’t want to see your pasty white chest falling out of your top, nor does it look good against the orange uniform.

Pep Band
Winner: Michigan. With the coolest fight song in the country, Michigan is the clear winner no matter what they wear.
Loser: No contest.

Winner: Syracuse. Not sure what oranges have to do with upstate New York, but watching that little round orange run around the court and sideline is super cute, and puts a smile in my face.
Loser: Wichita State. A wheat shocker? Seriously, only folks in Kansas could get pumped up for that one.

Dorothy Hamill Dreams Dashed

Dorothy Hamill Dreams Dashed

Easter, circa 1978. I hated this dress!

Like every other little girl in 1976 I wanted to be Dorothy Hamill. Unfortunately, the closest I ever got to being women’s figure skating Olympic champion was this haircut. I begged for lessons and tried to convince my mom that my dance costumes could do double duty on the ice.

There were just a few problems with my plan. There weren’t many rinks in NC and it rarely snowed more than 2 inches. Simply, NC was not a haven for winter sport athletes. After all, why would you want to be a figure skater when you could be a little league cheerleader?

I was confident. Despite the fact that I had never been on skates, I knew I was a skating prodigy waiting to be break loose. After all, I could pull my head through my legs and do Cirque-Solie things with my body.

Well, we all know how this story ended. I didn’t become Olympic Figure Skating Champion. My six year old ambition wasn’t enough.  I moved on, and yes made the cheerleading squad on my first try. Yeah, for me. I learned to yell loud and wave poms poms on cue. I guess yelling out loud was my gift.

Men’s Figure Skating Over UNC Basketball

Men’s Figure Skating Over UNC Basketball

Initially, I was very weary of following the winter Olympics after I had already medaled in the DC snowpocalypse of 2010. Yet I found myself choosing men’s figure skating over Carolina basketball. This year, this is not a hard decision and fortunately, the winter gods have given me a diversion from this atrocious basketball season. My diversion: men’s figure skating. Typically, I hate men’s figure skating. Mostly it’s their costumes and music that turn me off. Men in sequins skating around to music that can push a bipolar person over the edge is not my idea of sport.

Nevertheless, I tuned in to watch the USA versus Russia drama. By now we all know how that turned out and everyone outside Russia agrees the Russian dude is just a poor sport. However, what no one is talking about is how Evan Lysacek looks a lot like the kid from Ugly Betty.

Evan Lysacek, 2010 Gold Medalist
Mark Indelicato from Ugly Betty