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.

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My Triple Crown Day

Hey It’s Jet Here.

While no horse won the Triple Crown yesterday, (the contender horse got hurt and had to withdraw,) my day had triple terrificness!

First crown:  My young neighbor friend, Ruby, popped over to give lovies to JJ and me before dinner time. Mom then invited her to join us for our evening constitutional. Ruby just completed first grade and felt like she could hold on to JJ for the whole walk, which she did. She shared lots of fun stories, asked Mom lots of questions and even scooped my poop!

Which brings me to the second crown of the day… Ruby asked Mom if she could come in really fast (her parents needed her home) and give us our after constitutional treats. Mom said yes and mentioned that our special meaty bones were on the menu. Ruby thought having bones in the freezer was a weird idea, however, when she saw how excited we became, she reconsidered.

Third Crown: After JJ and I worked our gnawing magic on the bones, Mom invited us next to her on the couch for the HEAT game. She did her usual 30 minute tape delay for the first half and watched most of the second half, live.

During the second part of the fourth quarter, she clapped, cheered, wished, and screamed so much that I thought for a second, something might be wrong. When I barked to protect the family, she reached over and hugged me and told me to keep barking to cheer on the team! Huh? Ok! As the minutes and seconds ticked off, Mom kept telling the TV, “You can do it!” and told JJ and me to keep sending the HEAT our special good luck. By the end of the game Mom gave JJ and me a family hug and thanked us for doing our part to help the team become the Eastern Conference Champions.

We stayed up extra late to watch all the post game hoopla and interviews during which Mom hugged us more. She complimented the Celtics and told us what great champions and sportsmen they are, particularly Coach Doc Rivers and Mr. Ray Allen.

Mom said JJ and I can now cheer on our team for the final series against the Oklahoma City Thunder. We’ve already got our HEAT colors on … we’re ready for Game 1 on Tuesday night!

Another triple great day!

Mischief Monday – No On, No Off

Hey It’s Jet Here.

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Mom, JJ and I frequently watch TV in Mom’s bed.  She has this thingie called a DVR which allows us to watch our favorite shows like The Dog Whisperer, Dogs 101, Tanked, as well as lots of Miami Heat games.  (If you’ve read our blog for awhile, you know Mom LOVES basketball.)  She says my handsome black fur is perfect for the Heat’s colors (red/black with a little white, orange and yellow thrown in.)  Oops, I digressed again.

Anyway, last week, when Mom felt ill, she recorded the Heat/Pacer game 6, thinking she would catch up when she felt better.  My human sister, Rachel, kept Mom company until she wanted to go to sleep.  Mom thought she would watch the game to distract her from her tummy discomfort.  She picked up the remote control and… nothing…  She pushed two buttons in sequence, just in case our paws had confused the remote, which happens on occasion.  Nothing… She called Rachel in to turn on the set manually, determined the tv made her feel worse, called Rachel in again to turn it off and decided to deal with the remote later.

The next afternoon, she tried again…nothing.  Once the tv went on manually, everything worked except ON/OFF and VOLUME.  Now here in the tropics, when the air conditioner goes on, you always need to increase the volume and vice versa when the cycle ends.  Also, those tricky TV people make the commercials louder than the programs.

Mom tried switching the batteries, switching the remote from the family room… nothing…

Mom’s TV will celebrate its 20th birthday later this year, so, she appreciates the service it provides.  For now, we think the mischief belongs to the remote!!!

Another great, except for No ON/OFF, day.

YESSSSS!

Hey, It’s Jet Here.

Mom told me she listened to this human named Marv Alpert call the NY Knicks’ games on the radio as a young girl.  If you’ve read my posts for a while, you know Mom LOVES basketball.  Now, this Marv Alpert guy calls games for the whole NBA on television.  In sports, commentators become famous for certain phrases they say during games.  Mr. Marv loves to say YESSSSS! when a player makes an outstanding play or shot.  Here’s a link so you can listen and know what Mom’s talking about.

Tonight, Mom, JJ and I headed out for our evening constitutional.  As you know, I’ve struggled to complete my evening walks.  My courage meter quivered over the last week and a half for a few different reasons:  the booms, the neighbor’s car door, the sirens, the helicopters and other assorted sonar experiences.  We tried taking our left square route, which I have refused to follow of late.

I felt good.  I emptied my tank here and there, did two solid businesses reminding everyone Jet Was Here and practiced my trot and swagger.  Mom said “Uh uh” in her deep, “I’m serious” voice twice along the way when I started to hesitate and assume my, “I’m not budging stance.”  Otherwise, we pleasantly passed familiar houses and lawns.

As we rounded the corner on our street, Mom heard Mr. Marv’s voice say YESSSSS! in her mind and knew that I would share the same feeling of accomplishment.

Another great, “YESSSS I did it!” day.

HEAT 1, JET 1, MAVERICKS 0

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.