When life is rough, just watch some basketball

I love basketball; I just do. And anyone who even sparingly skims this space on occasion knows that I’m all about the Cleveland Cavaliers. #allin

I know, we’re in a little bit of a slide; not to worry — the boys will turn it around under LeBron’s capable helm.

Anyway, I love basketball so much that, even when LeBron, Kyrie, Kevin and company have a day off, I’m happy to catch an NBA game. And so I did a little over a week ago as I watched the evil Golden State Warriors do battle with the Memphis Grizzlies. As any good Cavs fan would, I rooted against GS, which seemed futile until the fourth period when the Grizzlies overcame a 20-point deficit to claw their way back into the game. Forcing an overtime, they actually won — much to the ire of GS power forward Draymond Green.

Green, a well-documented hot head who racks up technical fouls like Apple pops out new versions of the iPhone had an honest-to-God temper tantrum.

The dude went off in a rant that can only be described as tyrannical. I mean, if he’d have stamped his feet, I’d have sworn he was a ginormous preschooler whose cocoa didn’t have enough marshmallows, capisce? He was off the rails, hollering and gesticulating like a traffic cop on steroids directing cars through Times Square at midnight on New Year’s Eve.

Oh, and speaking of humiliating yourself on said world stage, Green’s eruption was nothing compared to the full-on explosion Mariah Carey unleashed in the waning minutes of 2016 when her lip-synch disaster extraordinaire unfolded. By now, everyone knows about the hissy fit she threw when her live performance on “Dick Clark’s New Year’s Rockin’ Eve” hit a few snags. Sigh.

Look, I know life doesn’t always go as planned. There are times when, through no fault of our own (or sometimes through fault of our own, BTW), mistakes are made; goals are unmet; plans are thwarted. This is what, in the world of adulthood, we call life.

It’s imperfect; it’s filled with hurdles; it doesn’t always stick to the script. Grown-ups learn fairly early on to, you know, deal with disappointment in stride. #growup

Oh well, I guess Green and Carey did manage to point out a few important life lesson reminders with their respective outbursts.

1. Much of what happens in life is not within our control; only our reaction is. How we respond in a crisis moment defines our character … period.

2. Good leaders don’t publicly reprimand team members; that’s what closed-door sessions are for, yo.

3. Just because you are famous doesn’t mean you’re too important for a little self deprecation when the occasion warrants.

I mean, writer Oscar Wilde said, “I am so clever that sometimes I don’t understand a single word of what I am saying.” See what I mean?

I know it wasn’t a national basketball game or a live musical broadcast and I’m certainly no one special but recently, I had my own icky moment. Although I was feeling a bit frumpy and unkempt, I let my husband talk me into going out in public … where I was promptly carded.

“Me?” I said incredulously to the gentleman who’d asked to see my driver’s license to be sure I was 21 years old. And as I gleefully dug through my wallet thinking “Wow; someone thinks I look YOUNG!” the man slipped his bifocals on, took a good hard look at my face and said, “Oh, gosh, no, I’m sorry; you’re good.”

The good Lord giveth and the good Lord taketh away. Hmpf. With the cold reality that, upon close inspection my countenance clearly reflects every second of my chronological age, I did the only thing I could: I laughed until my 48-year-old, wrinkled face hurt.

Life’s way too short and precious to take yourself so seriously, no matter who you are. Laugh at yourself once in a while or the world will beat you to it, friends.

Ooh, and for the love of all that is holy, please don’t wear a nude-colored onesie in public if you’re over the age of 18 months old, ‘K?

Kimerer is a Tribune Chronicle columnist who hasn’t worn a leotard in public since she was a toddler – and even then she had on an extra pair of shorts. Contact her via her blog at www.patriciakimerer.com

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