Oh man, oh man, we almost did it. Boys basketball against the $10,000/ year and up private Christian school (whyaretheyinourleague?whyaretheyinourleague?whyaretheyinourleague?) last night, and the 8th graders -- who wore shirt and tie to school -- came out possessed. Up 5 after the first quarter, tied at half, they ran out of steam and lost by 8. We just couldn't compete with the depth those guys had. Our 1-5 may have been better than their 1-5, but their 6-10 could just destroy ours. At halftime I was so excited I went outside and ran laps in the parking lot and after the game I wanted to go sit in the dark and not talk. This was the opportunity of a generation. Not to stereotype or generalize, but you don't see a lot of 6'1" and 6'3" Mexican and Vietnamese 8th graders, and we've got two. Plus a kid who could play in college if he learned to shoot. Aw man, we almost did it.
After the game, during the handshake thing, their players try to hand out Powerade to our guys. Maybe if the budget for their basketball team -- road and home jerseys, warm-ups, three coaches -- didn't exceed our entire athletic budget I wouldn't care, but the gesture seemed extremely patronizing. Doesn't matter that it was well-intentioned (probably). Take your noblese oblige