Sunday, February 24, 2008

Parent Night

Parent night is a night set aside to honor parents for helping their kids become basketball players. A good idea. And well-deserved. But don't you think the kids should plan and execute said parent night? I do. That's not how it works, at least at our school. How does it work at yours? At our high school, parent night is planned and carried out by the moms in the booster club. And they did a great job! It was a lot of work and we thank them. We received maroon and gold carnations, and notes from our kids during a pre-game introduction. Pictures were taken. A
half-time shoot out between the parents proved that most of our kids inherited their basketball skills from someone else. (Just kidding.) And to top it off, after the game that night, we had sloppy joes, chips and dessert. A wonderful evening. One I am sure each mom and dad will remember. Will our sons remember? I sure hope so.

Sunday, February 3, 2008

Officiating

Do you ever notice that the one thing every fan at a basketball game can agree on is that the officiating is horrible? Only trouble is, both teams think the officiating favors the OTHER team. How can that be? Must be our vantage point. From where I sit, I can clearly see each time someone fouls my team and doesn’t get the call. And from the yelling all around me, I know my fellow fans see it too. But I am blissfully unaware when the same happens to the opposing team. When I hear the other side of the stands protest, I wonder what all the fuss is about. Hmmm. It must be that I have selective blindness. I appear to be in good company – everyone else in the stands suffers from it, too.

Friday, February 1, 2008

Spaghetti dinners

On Thursdays during basketball season, the team heads over to one of the player’s houses after practice for a spaghetti feed. From the kid’s point of view, it’s a great chance to unwind and eat together before Friday night’s game. From a mom’s perspective it is a rare opportunity to imagine what it would be like to run a boarding house – madness. In 5 minutes, 20 teenage boys grab plates and load them up with spaghetti, garlic bread and brownies. They drink 5 gallons of milk in the blink of an eye. It is a whirlwind. Then, before you even catch your breath, they are gone. And all that remains is an untouched bowl of salad you were hoping they’d eat, but knew all along they wouldn’t.