I missed the registration by one day. I got shut out. Another on-the-ball dad missed it as well, making me seem slightly less culpable to the missus. 24 kids signed up right away, so we got boxed out. But we were told by the parish's organizer that they would sponsor a third team if we got a group together. Thinking of our kids, but not thinking that we would have to get a group of 10-12 kids together, we said yes. And that's where my problems started.
I became enlisted as an assistant coach. We scraped and clawed among the detritus of the 6th grade to form a team. We needed boys that: i) didn't play travel, ii) didn't play on one of the two other CYO teams, iii) wanted to play basketball, and iv) had some semblance of skill. This proved to be impossible, with caveat iv being the deal-breaker.
We eventually cobbled together ten human sixth grade boys. It was essentially central casting for Ladybugs, Kicking and Screaming or any of the Mighty Ducks movies. But let's be clear - there were no Dangerfields, Ferrells, Estevi or Hollywood endings here.
The team included the following characters:
We eventually cobbled together ten human sixth grade boys. It was essentially central casting for Ladybugs, Kicking and Screaming or any of the Mighty Ducks movies. But let's be clear - there were no Dangerfields, Ferrells, Estevi or Hollywood endings here.
The team included the following characters:
1) an overweight boy with flatulence issues so intense it frequently disrupted practices.
2) the too-cool-for-school son of divorced parents who taught multiple kids on the team (including my son) what PornHub was all about. Saves me from that talk. I guess. This kid would also have sudden, urgent restroom needs whenever we started a drill he didn't like. He was the driver of most of the sprinting we made the kids do. Which was a lot.
3) a kid who struggled with competitiveness and dealt with it by dribbling non-stop with his head down, often while crying
4) two kids who often decided on their own during games to start shooting threes; they occasionally threw the ball over the backboard, and
5) a boy whose father is transitioning, but is still at heart an over-competitive parent. This parent often yells at the poor boy to hustle. LOUDLY. With a 100% deep, masculine voice coming from a person dressed as female and wearing make-up. Always a needle-scratch moment in the gym.
Fast forward to a Sunday in mid-February. Our team was 0-7. We'd lost every way possible: in OT; by 20; when we had a 9th grade older sibling play when we were low on numbers; when we played an all-5th grade team that talked shit so annoyingly that my son almost got into it with them afterwards (I supported him on this b/c they were true shitheads. It ended up being a good bonding moment b/c he thought I would be upset at him, and I supported him b/c he got in their face and told them off w/o crying or throwing punches.).
The point is this - we had one game left to pull off a miracle and get a W. The night before the game, I emailed the parents, attaching the link below, one of my favorite scenes from Glory. This movie introduced me to Denzel, and oh my sweet Lord, is he a force of nature in this. I told the parents via email to have the boys watch this to get pumped up. It was partially tongue-in-cheek. I got a total of one email back. It was from a parent who said they didn't get it.
2) the too-cool-for-school son of divorced parents who taught multiple kids on the team (including my son) what PornHub was all about. Saves me from that talk. I guess. This kid would also have sudden, urgent restroom needs whenever we started a drill he didn't like. He was the driver of most of the sprinting we made the kids do. Which was a lot.
3) a kid who struggled with competitiveness and dealt with it by dribbling non-stop with his head down, often while crying
4) two kids who often decided on their own during games to start shooting threes; they occasionally threw the ball over the backboard, and
5) a boy whose father is transitioning, but is still at heart an over-competitive parent. This parent often yells at the poor boy to hustle. LOUDLY. With a 100% deep, masculine voice coming from a person dressed as female and wearing make-up. Always a needle-scratch moment in the gym.
Fast forward to a Sunday in mid-February. Our team was 0-7. We'd lost every way possible: in OT; by 20; when we had a 9th grade older sibling play when we were low on numbers; when we played an all-5th grade team that talked shit so annoyingly that my son almost got into it with them afterwards (I supported him on this b/c they were true shitheads. It ended up being a good bonding moment b/c he thought I would be upset at him, and I supported him b/c he got in their face and told them off w/o crying or throwing punches.).
The point is this - we had one game left to pull off a miracle and get a W. The night before the game, I emailed the parents, attaching the link below, one of my favorite scenes from Glory. This movie introduced me to Denzel, and oh my sweet Lord, is he a force of nature in this. I told the parents via email to have the boys watch this to get pumped up. It was partially tongue-in-cheek. I got a total of one email back. It was from a parent who said they didn't get it.
The clip didn't matter. We lost our last game 29-9 to a team that had a girl playing PG. The girl was awesome and sliced us up. The fact it was a girl probably stung a bit more to the 6th grade boys. Maybe I should've sent around a PornHub clip instead to motivate them. C'est la vie.
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Gotta watch out for those Catholic girls.
Frank Zappa had a song about them, as I recall.
I wonder if there is parallel blog where parents of the other CYO teams are talking about TR's 'Bad News Ballers'. The hyped up transitioning parent seems likely to ruffle some uptight catholic types.
is anyone else listening to the steady drumbeat of coronovirus news from around the world and thinking that we're seeing just the very tip of the iceberg here in fortress america?
The Chili Peppers also had one. Not a hymn.
It’s consumed my entire week at work...and I sense we are days away from DC going from antsy to full blown freak out
And then there were two...
tulsi says, 'fuck you and your penis party, asshole'
Yeah, there are probably a shit-ton of undiagnosed cases out there. I hear that 80% of folks who have it are not symptomatic.
There is a CNN podcast called “Coronavirus: Fact vs Fiction.” Sanjay Gupta puts up a 5-10 min daily update. It’s pretty reassuring.
Dumb question - if Biden beats Trump in the general election, but he dies b/w early Nov and the swearing-in, does Biden’s VP become Prez in January?
In that situation Teedge becomes president. Or Eric B.
i think it's actually murs
President Teej has A LOT of plans.
This just in: The Teej's nominee for Secretary of State is a corndog.
My Secretary of State is Doug, and he's outta heeeerrre.
my kidlet got into jmu's performing arts/dance program today. looking forward to starting a bidding war with vcu to see who's gonna give us the most dolla dolla bills, y'all.
Congrats to the kidlet and to your wallet.
Few people curse as often per minute as my wife whilst on her Peloton.
Nice Murs reference by Rob. Here, here for underground west coast rap.
TR, if Biden were to die before the electoral college votes in December, the Party has the right to nominate the replacement. Both parties have an established rule that require the VP be that nominee. If Biden were to die after the electoral college votes, the VP automatically becomes acting President Elect per the 20th amendment
My daughter was also accepted into Danimalma mater. (JMU) It’d be beyond amusing if those two girls, who were lined up for photos together as infants and toddlers quite often, both went and landed on the same freshman hall.
Marls continues to be the go-to guy for topics that few people know anything about. Horse racing? For-profit prisons? 20th Amendment? All in his wheelhouse. And that wheelhouse must be a strange place.
Stranger than Jerry's.
Never above a whisper...
Also, this post by TR and his description of the kids and their parents made me laugh quite hard.
Marls’s wheelhouse is a lot like the trunk of Klam’s car.
I was wrong about days away...three cases now reported I. Montgomery County. DMV bout to lose their minds
holy shit. I'm drunk enough that's i've lost all my ironic coolness. I'm giving this post a LOL.
also, I think this qualifies as a "hey gheorghies" because I've been training for daylight saving time.
who wants to invest in my new business venture, bleach wipe ascots?
Is that an anal bleaching business? Asking for Zman.
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