Hey blades! Everyone having a nice weekend.I was gonna put this in the mellow section, but I ain't feelin mellow right now. I'm ready to go kick a mid-high basketball coaches ass! About 3/4 of the local PTO are gettin higher up my list too! Lemme calm down and tell the story. I'll be right back. Gotta go to the garage and take a hit or two. Even typing about this shit get's me all riled up. I don't get really pissed off too easy, but once I get there, my Irish ancestory kicks in and I can be a fuckin' lunatic. DAMNIT! WHERE'S MY FRIGGIN PIPE! Sorry. Now the story. I'm coaching a 4th + 5th grade basketball team at the local school. They have e'nuff girls to have 4 teams and we play each other 3 times. This is the first year I've gotten to be a head coach. I'm not active in the PTO, I don't have the office job, or live on the good side of town, or play politics with the local school org.'s Which is why I was shocked I was picked as a coach. Until I saw the other teams and realized that we were supposed to be the cannon fodder of the league. All the other teams have 5 fifth graders. I got 3. One is little to boot. So basically I got one girl who knows whats going on, one big one who's very clumsy, but is getting better, and 6 others who are just learning the game. If this was my only problem I would'nt be here typing this. I'm proud of my girls! They got there ass kicked the first game. We only get 1 hour of practice in the gym a week, and a game every Saturday. But they have gotten better every week. Since that first game we've been close in every game, right down to the end. They're learning to play as team, which is the thing I've been on them about since the start. Nobody does it alone. Everybody participates. A lot of the other teams you see 2 girls doing everything and the rest just kinda running around with them. I don't let that happen. I got 2 players who don't have a basket yet. Some teams have players that have'nt even touched the ball yet! Is this startin to sound whiny? You ain't heard nothing yet! I have taught my girls from the start that you can't reach in, hack on the arm, push, or go over the back. The mid high coach runs the league. He and 2 high school students are the referees. Two other hi-school students run the clock and score board. After our first two games of watching people get fouled, and I'm not talking little hand fouls either, I mean scratch marks on the face, pushes from behind, tripping! Finally I called time out and strolled out on the floor for a little talk with the mid-hi coach-ref. Me: "Am I the onlu coach in this league that's been teaching my players not to foul on defense?" Him: "How should I know?" Me: " You could use that whistle for something besides a necklace!" Him: "If I called every foul we would'nt play at all. I'd be blowing this whistle all the time!" Me: "I thought the purpose of all this was to teach the right way to play basketball!" He agreed and said he would start watching a little closer. He started calling some, but was not consistent in any way. This was last game. We were 0-3 at this point. Which brings us to today. Hope this ain't too boring for you, because it's being good therapy for me! We were playing the team that kicked our ass good the first time. These are the jock kids with the jock parents. The other coach was the star quarterback of our rival high school way back when. Now they rule the PTO. Jaycees, Rotary Club, etc. etc. etc. Is this starting to sound like a Disney movie? Jesus! I worked "Mean Green" (our team name, the girls picked it) really hard last practice cause I wanted to at least make a good showing against this bunch. I had them hitting on all cylinders at practice. We played them hard. The ref was actully calling a pretty good game both ways. 1:20 to go in the 4th period. We're down by 2. Mean Green brings down the ball and works it in to our big clumsy center, who turns (just like Shaq) and knocks it down! We're tied up! I'm yelling at them to get back and play defense, but the other team penetrates and gets a lay-up to go back up by 2! All this time I'm hearing a lot of yelling coming from the stands, my wife and a few others are yelling and pointing at the scoreboard. It say's we are 6 points behind! Should only be 2 behind! This is the third time this year that these hi-schoolers have not put up points for us. But it was the first time they actually gave points to the other team for our basket. All three times have been against this "PTO" team. Coincidence? I wonder. Emotion was a little high and I yelled at them that we don't get that many baskets would they at least put up the ones we do get! Mr. coach ref came over and yelled at me to get off his girls cases! Setting an example for the kids I backed off and apologized. They gave us our basket, but they would'nt take the one back that they gave them! It was our fucking basket! Not theirs! Why should they get points! I mentioned that they did'nt need his help to beat us, they were good e'nuff to do it on their own! He gave me a look and said, "let's just finish the game." Needless to say we got another basket, but still lost by 2. I made the girls go congratulate the other team, did the same myself. And then went to looking for Mr. coach-ref. He was no where to be found. So I hung out and waited. He was the last one out of the gym. I was waiting at the door. I did'nt get in his face, although I wanted to. I told him that I had parents that would be happy to run the scoreboard and would be more likely to pay attention to the game. He said to call the school superintendent. It was his rule that Hi-schoolers were supposed to do it. I asked him who was supposed to be supervising them. He said he was. I asked him if maybe he was a little too busy maybe they could get someone to watch them. He told me again to call the superintendent. I realize at the next PTO meeting they'll be talking about the coach that's always whining cause he never wins. But this ain't about me. I'm doing for the girls. They deserve better than this. Two of them had tears in their eyes when they left. They really wanted to win this one. Which pisses me off even more! Now for advice time. Should I let this die here? Should I pursue it with the school super? Post your result in the poll! Help me out here! I realize this ain't too pot related so I'll add this, I came home, rolled a 2 bombers, got a buddy and took a long cruise thru the country and calmed down! There. There's something about pot, so I don't feel so bad now! If you're still reading this, thank you for listening to my ramble. I feel a little better now that I got to write it all down. OK. You can do the poll now. A pal just gave a little blue momma's helper. I'll be mellow in a little bit! Peace.