I will never forget Warriors-Cavaliers Game 5. You see, normally, Little Ender doesn't let me watch these games, because if the TV is on, it's usually for his Youtube videos, or Daniel Tiger, or Thomas the Train. I usually ask, "Can Daddy watch the game?" LE will say, "No! I watch...(insert kid show.)"
Except this time, midway through the first quarter, Warriors down 6, I asked, "Can Daddy watch the game?" LE, "Yes!" Then he grabbed my hand, pulled me to the couch and I turned on the game. LE said, "We clap?" and I said, "Yes!" Now that I think about it, he probably remembered watching the thrilling last 5 minutes of Game 3 with me a few days ago, and enjoyed all the screaming and yelling that we were doing for that one.
Then we watched. With every Warrior bucket, I clapped, or cheered, and this made LE clap and cheer with me. We developed a little routine, big bucket, "yay!" and claps, high ten, and a hug. Gradually the Warriors made their run in the 2nd quarter, and LE followed his routine with the whole family. It was fantastic. He was jumping up and down and screaming "yay!"
He probably won't remember seeing any of these finals, just like he won't remember watching Madison Bumgarner and his epic World Series performance a couple years ago, or the Warriors first title run, but maybe he'll remember the feeling of excitement, of shared joy. More of those please.
Go Dubs!
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