On Role Players and Rings

Hey It’s Jet Here.

Guess what?  Last night, JJ and I played our roles for the Miami Heat and they WON THE 2012 NBA CHAMPIONSHIP!

Before going any further, all of us here at Casa Jet salute and honor what OKC, (the Oklahoma City Thunder),  brought to the finals: talent aplenty, great coaching by Mr. Scott, and best of all, awesome sportsmanship.  Our K9 pals and their Mom over at Dogs n Pawz have demonstrated an elite level of sportsmanship over the series, wishing us luck and respecting the play of our team as we have  theirs.  OKC retains a bright future bringing back a young team with a deeper perspective next season.  They honored themselves, their team, their owners, their fans and their city. 

Very few observers in the media or on the streets believed the HEATcould pull off this victory.  For those unfamiliar with basketball in this millennium, many professional teams amass two to three stars (like our big three: the King – Mr. Lebron (James), Flash or DWade – Mr. Dwayne (Wade) and CB – Mr.Chris (Bosh)) and then fill in their rosters with “role players.”  Role players sacrifice personal glory (scoring, star designations) and take on the jobs the team needs.  Last night, Mr. Mike (Miller), Mr. Mario (Chalmers), Mr. Shane (Battier) and Mr. Norris (Cole) executed their roles flawlessly.

Now, just for the record, in case you are unaware, JJ and I have executed our roles flawlessly too.  We:

  • Stayed awake for all the games during the playoff season, (ok, mostly…)
  • Held our “empty the tank requests” until after the game or until Mom felt comfortable “pausing” the action,
  • We barked in agreement with Mom’s cheering,
  • We gave Mom support on the couch when she worried about the close games,
  • We showed up on time and wearing colors, (on time being a BIG DEAL in Miami!)
  • During time outs or between quarters, we listened to Mom’s coaching (send the team your best good luck, guys, they need your help, you can do it, kiss, kiss, kiss, hug, hug, hug) and carried out her tasks.
  • Cuddled with Mom during close fourth quarters,
  • Let her bury her head in our fur and peak through to see how the team was doing.
  • Let Mom sleep a little later the morning after the games.

Mom, for playing our roles in superior fashion, like the guys on the team, do we get a championship ring, huh? Huh? A championship hat? A t-shirt? Something?  I’m working on it, Jetty, I’m working on it.

Another great, Congratulations to the Miami Heat, day.


3:45 a.m. – Great time for Snuggles!

Hey, it’s Jet Here.

As you may have deduced (vocabulary building word), Mom’s running a deficit in the sleep department.  She fell asleep early last night after watching the Miami Heat claim victory over her childhood team, The New York Knicks.  I matched the Heat jersey colors perfectly last night showing my solidarity with DWade, LeBron, Chris Bosch, and the guys. JJ and I let her sleep instead of waking her for our “before bed tank emptying.”  The downside of that decision – we wake up earlier than usual.

Mom and I woke up, (Ok, I might have helped her wake up just a little) at 3:45 a.m.  She keeps her old cell phone on the bedside table to use as an alarm clock, since her alarm clock mysteriously fell to the ground one too many times.

When Mom wants us to know it’s too early to rise, she turns on her side and slides her pillow off her sleeping wedge.  I take my cue and reposition myself.  I look like one side of a human “unibrow” with my head meeting Mom’s on her pillow.  With her eyes closed, she pets my fur and massages one side of my head, cupping her hand behind my ear.  Oh, that feels really good.  I lick her resting hand to show my appreciation. (the picture is not me or my our bed, gives you an idea though…)

After a while, I reposition again; I look like the filling to a reverse Capital “C”.  Mom can reach my belly this way and I can reach her extended left arm to lick and show my appreciation.  The last reposition ends in spooning; with Mom generously sharing her pillow with me.  By 4:17 a.m. Mom surrendered to the hope of falling back to sleep, turned on the tv to watch the end of this show called Project Runway and then watched Private Practice, which she completely slept through last night.

At 5:19 a.m., JJ and I flanked Mom like plane wings while she took dictation for this post.  We started to nudge her for breakfast eleven minutes to 6:00 a.m., even though the post reflects off the monitor incomplete.  We’ll give her a few more minutes!

Another great and early start to the day.


Hey, It’s Jet Here.

Welcome back NBA!  Mom and I missed you!  We wanted to watch all five slated games yesterday, however, you know Mom, always working on her “to do” list.  She should take a page out of my game book.  My strategy for great days includes lots of dare I use the term, “cat naps”, good food, playtime, social visits, grooming/massage, stretching, yawning, educational opportunities and more stuff like that.

Back to hoops.  Mom decided she had accomplished enough to give herself a break to watch the Miami Heat v. Dallas Mavericks game.  Except, ever the multi-tasker, she thought she could watch AND grill vegetables and chicken.  Since she set up at the family room table, I was a bit confused, until I smelled the plumes of marinated goodness filling the air.  I had the perfect vantage point to multitask as well.  One of my three favorite family room cuddle spots is on the couch with my head on the remaining part of the arm. (I humbly offer this explanation.) This perch allowed me to watch Mom and watch the game with a subtle turn of my head.

As DWade and LeBron (who have a bunch of nicknames like me by the way) masterfully built a commanding lead, Mom built a commanding pile of grilled carrots, zucchini, onion (I know, I can’t have these), and red bell pepper.  Mom cleaned up her mess during commercials.  The veggies cooled down in the fourth quarter like my boys.  Mom let me taste each of the vegetables except the onions.  Delicious!  Since I could not decide which veggie I liked the best, Mom game me another one of each.  I still couldn’t decide, however, Mom had already combined everything in the bowl and put the finished mix in a container.  Bummer.

The Heat held on to their lead and won the game.  Yippee.  I won the grilled vegetable game.

Another great sports day.