as i sit and will my body into a full recovery i thought i'd tell a cool little story.
i have about one hundred sophomores on my roster, among this horde there are three members of the junior varsity men's basketball team and one member of the varsity team. on the day of every home game i get the same kids asking me if i'm going to come and watch and, inevitably, i am unable to because of some other obligations.
not last friday.
i finished up teaching, dropped off my attendance, took care of some paperwork and wandered into the gym.
as i situated myself at the top of the bleachers (there are only about 4 levels) i watched the opposing team run drills. there were about 17 kids on the team and they were all giants. they had what looked to be brand new uniforms and were running some well-rehearsed tap and passing drills.
this went on for about five minutes before the blackhole high crew took to the court. there were 12 of them. they came out, broke roughly in half, and ran two laps around the court running in opposite directions while the other team continued to warm up.
the home team started doing a truly halfhearted layup tap drill and then shot from around the court, looking about as apathetic as my fourth period class on a monday.
i was concerned.
my students on the team gave me a "whatup" nod and continued to lob balls at the hoop with the energy (and accuracy) of a nursing home resident.
there was the usual pre-game cheering and huddling up on both benches and then they took to the court.
blackhole high wins the tip off...
...and proceeds to kick the living shit out of the visiting team for the next 32 minutes of clock. it wasn't just a beating, it was an embarrassment. highlights included:
shit is so much better than television.
i have about one hundred sophomores on my roster, among this horde there are three members of the junior varsity men's basketball team and one member of the varsity team. on the day of every home game i get the same kids asking me if i'm going to come and watch and, inevitably, i am unable to because of some other obligations.
not last friday.
i finished up teaching, dropped off my attendance, took care of some paperwork and wandered into the gym.
as i situated myself at the top of the bleachers (there are only about 4 levels) i watched the opposing team run drills. there were about 17 kids on the team and they were all giants. they had what looked to be brand new uniforms and were running some well-rehearsed tap and passing drills.
this went on for about five minutes before the blackhole high crew took to the court. there were 12 of them. they came out, broke roughly in half, and ran two laps around the court running in opposite directions while the other team continued to warm up.
the home team started doing a truly halfhearted layup tap drill and then shot from around the court, looking about as apathetic as my fourth period class on a monday.
i was concerned.
my students on the team gave me a "whatup" nod and continued to lob balls at the hoop with the energy (and accuracy) of a nursing home resident.
there was the usual pre-game cheering and huddling up on both benches and then they took to the court.
blackhole high wins the tip off...
...and proceeds to kick the living shit out of the visiting team for the next 32 minutes of clock. it wasn't just a beating, it was an embarrassment. highlights included:
- one of my students setting up an off the backboard dunk.
- another of my kids connecting with a defender in mid-air, laying the little shit out, making his shot, and drawing the foul.
- a full-court pass leading to a dunk that brought the lead beyond twenty points in the second half.
shit is so much better than television.
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