In the thirty some odd years that I have coached various sports, I can truly say that I have only been accused of running up the score one time. That was against Delano and I wasn't quite sure I meant to do it. Just this weekend I supervised a J.V. and 9th grade basketball tourney and witnessed some lop-sided games that made my heart beat slow with empathy for our girls. Well, if you have met my wife you would know that her heart would beat fast with anger for the team who presses in the fourth quarter with a 46 point lead. "No class" was her echoing charge as she made perfectly clear. Yes she over did it and I told her so. But give me a break, a forty-six point lead and still pressing? "Victory with Honor" is the battle cry in our district; for some it is lost after the word "victory." With year round club teams and the physicality of basketball it can be down right disgusting to see how the purity of the game has changed to rough house and a total commitment to one sport so a coach and player must squeeze the life out of each game,no matter how good the opponent is, to to feel that it is all worth it. I long for the days of three sport athletes who relish in the spirit of competition. My wife can see the sadness and meanness and just can't let it go. Such has been my life with my wife.
love it! When mom told me that story, I could just her doing it! I can also imagine you cringing as she kept doing it... gotta just love her persistence.
ReplyDeletego, Mom!! I'm not surprised she did this. I can still hear her banging her drum away.
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