Why the Zebras should be freed from the zoo...
In case you are not aware... officiating in sports has declined along with the overall fundamentals in general. I help a good friend of mine by assistant coaching his school basketball team. I have enjoyed this the past few months, and have always wanted to, but lacked the free time to do so in the past. (Not that I have any now... YEAH right) Being in between jobs, I have an unbelievable amount of extra energy that keeps me awake late into the night. Helping coach with my friend has allowed me to focus some that energy to something useful.
OK, enough with the background info... we had a game this afternoon against a team we defeated a month ago. We didn't expect to walk over them, but did expect to win since we were playing at home. Well, we didn't win. And once again, after numerous other occassions this season, I find myself wondering if we could have won if the referees hadn't taken the game out of our hands. Now please take in mind this is middle school athletics, not the NBA or NCAA tourney. My new term this year is hackadocious. This can be used to describe a number of ways one can be fouled in a basketball game. It's great to say instead of slap, push, shove, trip, smack, scratch (oh yeah, it's girls I'm referring to here!), head-butt, hip-check, clothesline, spear, back-body drop, and my all time favorite... the power bomb. Exaggerating a bit you say? Ah hem, I wish. I never dreamed we would have to keep two separate coolers of ice handy for games. One for drinking water, and the other for the injuries. And... let's not forget the lack of walking calls. Geez! Hello... does anyone but me know what a pivot foot is? I could go on forever about this...
OK, enough b-ball for now. I just enjoy complaining in general! lol But since I have a general lack of substance in my daily routine, I find myself either coaching or watching b-ball. I expect to have more topics to dicuss that involve describing the idiocy of life as well as why my parents have a dog that is part squirrel. But until then... WHADAYA MEAN NO FOUL? SHE DREW BLOOD THAT TIME, RIGHT?!
OK, enough with the background info... we had a game this afternoon against a team we defeated a month ago. We didn't expect to walk over them, but did expect to win since we were playing at home. Well, we didn't win. And once again, after numerous other occassions this season, I find myself wondering if we could have won if the referees hadn't taken the game out of our hands. Now please take in mind this is middle school athletics, not the NBA or NCAA tourney. My new term this year is hackadocious. This can be used to describe a number of ways one can be fouled in a basketball game. It's great to say instead of slap, push, shove, trip, smack, scratch (oh yeah, it's girls I'm referring to here!), head-butt, hip-check, clothesline, spear, back-body drop, and my all time favorite... the power bomb. Exaggerating a bit you say? Ah hem, I wish. I never dreamed we would have to keep two separate coolers of ice handy for games. One for drinking water, and the other for the injuries. And... let's not forget the lack of walking calls. Geez! Hello... does anyone but me know what a pivot foot is? I could go on forever about this...
OK, enough b-ball for now. I just enjoy complaining in general! lol But since I have a general lack of substance in my daily routine, I find myself either coaching or watching b-ball. I expect to have more topics to dicuss that involve describing the idiocy of life as well as why my parents have a dog that is part squirrel. But until then... WHADAYA MEAN NO FOUL? SHE DREW BLOOD THAT TIME, RIGHT?!
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