February 9, 2021
Every coach has a game where the team cannot catch a break. It seems in those games that every call the referees make is going against the coach’s team. We just left one of those games. While it is easy to cast blame on the officiating, and I will be that simple in a moment, it’s just as easy to forget about the good things that happen.
Tonight, our very young team got a look at what it will be like to play without their senior leader. Due to foul trouble, on two phantom calls (I’ll be checking YouTube for confirmation), our girls had to grow up quickly. The change in the game was evident right away. Losing our steadying force, let things unravel quickly. We’ll grow from this loss.
As for the officiating… On one play, our girl shoved an opponent out of bounds. The official called traveling on the other team. A horrible call. At the end of the game the other coach walked by and and said, “I can tell you this now. That was my mom, dad, and uncle reffing tonight.” Even he knew it was bad.
No time to practice
Simplify is the best way
Take out the flare cut
Buffering issues making streaming painful.
Not as painful as a turnover under the basket,
How do these things happen,
Throwing the ball to the other team?
It just does,
We all make mistakes,
It’s what we learn from them that matters.
Maybe they will come back.
Maybe the internet will come back stronger, too.
Cold rain falling
Hot basketball inside
Kind of limping along,
Figuratively and literally,
Basketball being the literal culprit,
Motivation the figurehead of the former.
Today, frustration took over,
Putting a cranky back to the side,
Refusing to let a beautiful day
Be wasted inside.
With snow, ice, or rain on the way,
It seemed prudent to hit the trails today,
White Clay Creek called,
A slow run, the kind where squirrels scavenging
Can be heard.
So slow, breath barely
Causing a fog.
It was great,
Softly running over crushed leaves,
Noticing the rocks, the roots, and
A new beaver dam.
This was the kind of run I’ve been missing,
No pace, no distance,
Just slow, under a rising sun,
Touched by the crisp air.
Tomorrow when the rain or ice comes,
I’ll be inside, hoping to breathe while swimming laps.
I’m sure I’ll be thinking about this run, too,
For it sure was beautiful.
Up and down the floor
Hopefully making it.
Young men playing hoops
Ankle breaking moves galore
Not from the old head
The madness is starting, again.
Dribble drives, lots of jumpers, screaming fans.
The energy will be all consuming
Game after game after game
The bets will be in
Some will cash big, others not so much.
The games will go on
And none of the athletes will get paid.
Too little scoring
Super huge effort throughout
Still counts as a well