Wednesday, December 13, 2006

8 More Sleeps!

My basketball team played in Monday and got beat like they stole something from someone's mama. Now they didn't get beat. They essential were scared and just refused to overcome and conquer their fears therefore giving away the power to even be close in the game. With two minutes left in the game and the other team up by more than 20 points, the other coach subs in a kid who was at the deepest end of the bench. This kid comes of the floor and before he could even get a little sweat on his brow, chooses to throw a punch at my star player. I ran across the floor and grabbed my guy before he could even imagine doing something and then placed myself between the crazy kid and my bench. One of my nuts who was playing like a scared rabbit because his shot got blocked early, tries to run from off the bench (yes, the kid who has the following as his MSN name, ("You niggers are like dicks in a swimming pool, none of you hard"). The referee gets control of the situation. The teacher supervisor of the home school where we were playing clearly has no control of his maniacs didn't even move. We end up shooting 4 free throws plus get the ball back and Issac scores a 3pt shot making this errors in judgment worth a 7pt turnaround. In a close game that matters. I spend the better part of 5:30 to 6:30 chastising my players for the poor choices they made that contributed to the loss and then yesterday during study hall and practice we regroup to prepare for today's game. Now, remembering that the contract I have my players on in order to play is ironclad and absolutely ridiculous but they all signed it. I left them to organize themselves for a team meeting today at lunch. What do I get in return for this donation of trust? I go downstairs for cafeteria duty to observe none of them in a meeting and in fact, they aren't even together as a team. Then the cafeteria lady comes over to provoke me further in order to tell me about the player who was rude not only today but so much so she was required to revoke his cafeteria privileges for the rest of the school year. Would these be the same young men everyone was ranting and raving about Saturday night who were two hours late for a contribution opportunity? Would this be the same young men who claim they are learning from this opportunity? What would happen if their progress was not being fostered, encouraged, or monitored? Why do we teach?

"beaten into submission"
"It's so bad, now I'm irresponsible"