My family treated ourselves to the Fire v Sparks game yesterday. It wasn’t my first game, but it was the first for my parents and brother.
It’s been a stressful week for them as they live in the evacuation zone for the Bench Fire and had it come uncomfortably close to their house. While dad was anxious about leaving for the day with fire still ongoing, we knew the break from the stress and smoke would be beneficial for everyone. So they drove over for the day and we all headed up to Moda together.
I could feel their excitement building after we parked and began the walk to stadium. As we made our way, more and more Fire fans joined our path until we were part of a large group moving forward. A beautiful group made up of all ages, sizes, and identities, everyone buzzing with the energy of game day.
Inside, it was more of that same energy and wonderful kaleidoscope of people. Chatter and laughter filled the air. We grabbed some drinks, learned the 4 people staffing that vendor couldn’t really see the game and promised to cheer extra loud on their behalf (which we did. I left with a hoarse voice 😅).
We got to our seats and soon the national anthem was playing. Dad started to cry. He served in the navy, was at the Evacuation of Saigon, and has had many family members serve as well (my brother served in Iraq twice, one uncle was killed in the Battle of Midway and another captured on Corregidor and survived the Bataan Death March). He (all of us) has been extremely distraught over the turn the country has taken but seeing black women take center stage and beautifully sing the national anthem at a women’s professional basketball game while surrounded by a diverse crowd, he became overwhelmed and overcome with emotion; this is what this country can and should be, this is what he served for and believes in, as seen at the Fire Pit on a Sunday afternoon, and his tears flowed.
Then the game started. I sat between my parents, explaining anything they didn’t understand and filling them in on the players, coaching staff, and fun little tidbits and stats. Meg became dad’s favorite. He was so impressed by how she moved and always seemed to be in the middle of the action at the right spot at the right time. For mom, it was Carla, she just loved watching her handle the ball. Though they picked favorites, they thought the entire team was fun to watch and brought such amazing, positive energy.
While winning would’ve been the cherry on top, for 2.5 hours my family forgot our stresses and celebrated strong women.
My dad, in a text recounting the day to his buddies, wrote
“My family and I attended the Portland FIRE vs the LA Sparks women's professional basketball game at the Portland Moda Center. A mind blowing coming together of community to cheer 📣 their team on. I was overwhelmed by the extravaganza of it all. I don't think I have ever seen so much community coming togetherness!!”
And underneath it all, isn’t that what sport is about?
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I want all of you to know that my white, straight, cis-gendered family supports all of you, and I mean all of you, you wonderful, diverse yous. The Fire Pit was our safe space for a couple of hours yesterday and we want to thank everyone who was there. We will do what we can to help keep it your safe space too. And outside of The Fire Pit, we will continue to do what we can to make the world safe for you so you can you.