{"id":64,"date":"2005-05-08T14:50:45","date_gmt":"2005-05-08T18:50:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.law.harvard.edu\/sweetpea\/2005\/05\/08\/is-there-a-game-on-today\/"},"modified":"2006-04-28T12:42:35","modified_gmt":"2006-04-28T19:42:35","slug":"is-there-a-game-on-today","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/sweetpea\/2005\/05\/08\/is-there-a-game-on-today\/","title":{"rendered":"Is There a Game On Today?"},"content":{"rendered":"

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My mom is adorable.\u00a0 I called\u00a0her\u00a0(from the office, where I’m spending most of today) to wish her a happy mother’s day.\u00a0 Her response was\u00a0a rather distracted, “Oh, thanks!\u00a0 Love you, gotta go.”\u00a0 I wonder if there’s a game on today?\u00a0 The only time she’s noticably distracted\u00a0is\u00a0when\u00a0I call in the middle of a\u00a0football, basketball, or baseball game.\u00a0 For as long as I’ve known her (i.e., my entire life), she’s been an avid sports fan.\u00a0 All\u00a04’11” and\u00a089 pounds of her.\u00a0 Although usually rather quiet and a little reserved (she once got up and moved to another\u00a0bench at the airport when the mother of one of my best friends was too talkative), she’s capable of cursing with the best of them when caught up in a sports frenzy.\u00a0 She’s almost always practical and not one to make a fuss about anything, but occasionally shows a\u00a0streak of whimsy.\u00a0 For example, one of my earliest memories\u00a0is of my parents, relatively new immigrants, trying\u00a0to play along with the very American concept of Santa.\u00a0\u00a0In the face of my unrelenting questions, my mom readily confessed that Santa didn’t exist and she didn’t know why Americans lied to their kids.\u00a0 On the other hand, she had me convinced for years that if you drop something, but pick it up quickly and twirl it around, the germs will get dizzy and fall off.\u00a0\u00a0<\/p>\n

My mom is up in northern California and I’m still stuck in LA, but I hope you all are able to spend some time with your mothers on Mother’s Day!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

My mom is adorable.\u00a0 I called\u00a0her\u00a0(from the office, where I’m spending most of today) to wish her a happy mother’s day.\u00a0 Her response was\u00a0a rather distracted, “Oh, thanks!\u00a0 Love you, gotta go.”\u00a0 I wonder if there’s a game on today?\u00a0 The only time she’s noticably distracted\u00a0is\u00a0when\u00a0I call in the middle of a\u00a0football, basketball, or baseball […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":110,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[171],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-64","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-friends-family-and-everyone-in-between"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/sweetpea\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/64","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/sweetpea\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/sweetpea\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/sweetpea\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/110"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/sweetpea\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=64"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/sweetpea\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/64\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/sweetpea\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=64"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/sweetpea\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=64"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/sweetpea\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=64"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}