Early prediction: 3-3.
Still, it's one game in and I'm already seeing the attrition. Last year's point guard and MVP is flaking, and I think it's because he knows I'll be on him all season about grades and classwork, and he just doesn't want to bother. The 3rd string point guard wasn't happy with his playing time, and although he doesn't know he just got promoted to 2nd string, he's telling people he wants to quit. My alternates/ managers also bailed.
Commitment, understanding it and living it, continues to be a big hurdle in the development of student athletes. No you can't wander off to buy junk food before practice, no you can't miss practice to wander around your neighborhood, no you can't go watch the wrestling match until it's time to play our game. On some level I wonder at why they come out at all, because playing sports was so much fun for me, I could never get enough, rarely wanted practice to end, remember crying at age 10 when a rain-out ruined my Saturday. The youth of today is clearly doomed.
So we got stomped on Thursday, really stomped on Friday, and I'm gonna take the blame. We can't play man defense. We aren't quick enough at the guard positions, and as a team, do not have enough game experience to understand positioning and the intricacies inherent in switching, recovery, and so on. Our first game in the weekend tournament starts at 1:00, and we're meeting early to practice our new zone defense.
On the bus coming home yesterday, there were three kids with the stony-eyed I-hate-losing face, one kid cuddling with his girlfriend who apparently volunteered to keep the scorebook for just this opportunity of after-the-game-bus-riding-cuddling-opportunities**, and the rest of the team using their camera phones to take pictures of the inside of their elbow while flexing their biceps, because, from the right angle, it looks like a butt.
**I made the last guy off the bench, the goofiest kid on the team, sit in between them as a chaperone.