Our basketball season is coming to a close. This weekend is our last game. Hopefully the boys enjoy this last game. I know one boy's dad just got back in town from a long business trip and he couldn't be happier that his dad gets to see his last game.
Last weeks game was against a good team. They were better than us and they rubbed it in pretty hard. The boys didn't like it. The parents didn't like it. As a coach, I didn't like it either. They had trick plays and they picked on our boys that aren't as talented basketball wise. Some boys are a little fragile and don't like getting scored on that much. Some boys didn't want to play anymore. They weren't having fun. There were almost tears, but parents were still proud of their little all-stars and scared those tears away with words of encouragement.
We survived the game and the snacks after the game made it all worth it. Even I got some treats.
We had our last practice last night. I got the parents together and we had a show down. Parents vs. Kids. Everyone loved it. Dads with pot bellies were huffing and puffing. Moms slipped some yelps as they tried to keep up with their boy. The boys were all over their parents playing the roughest game. Pot bellies were used as bumpers ricocheting ball-scavenging boys to the floor.
The parents were given some obstacles they had to work around. Sometimes the ball had to be passed to all five players before they shot. Sometimes they could only use one hand to pass, catch, shoot, rebound, steal, defend, etc. Sometimes they couldn't raise their arms above their shoulders. Sometimes they couldn't go in the key on offense or defense. The parents had fun with it and sometimes the boys figured out how to use the handicaps to their advantage.
This weekend we will finish off our season with a final game and a pizza party. Endless pizza. What could be more MAGIC than that?
Last weeks game was against a good team. They were better than us and they rubbed it in pretty hard. The boys didn't like it. The parents didn't like it. As a coach, I didn't like it either. They had trick plays and they picked on our boys that aren't as talented basketball wise. Some boys are a little fragile and don't like getting scored on that much. Some boys didn't want to play anymore. They weren't having fun. There were almost tears, but parents were still proud of their little all-stars and scared those tears away with words of encouragement.
We survived the game and the snacks after the game made it all worth it. Even I got some treats.
We had our last practice last night. I got the parents together and we had a show down. Parents vs. Kids. Everyone loved it. Dads with pot bellies were huffing and puffing. Moms slipped some yelps as they tried to keep up with their boy. The boys were all over their parents playing the roughest game. Pot bellies were used as bumpers ricocheting ball-scavenging boys to the floor.
The parents were given some obstacles they had to work around. Sometimes the ball had to be passed to all five players before they shot. Sometimes they could only use one hand to pass, catch, shoot, rebound, steal, defend, etc. Sometimes they couldn't raise their arms above their shoulders. Sometimes they couldn't go in the key on offense or defense. The parents had fun with it and sometimes the boys figured out how to use the handicaps to their advantage.
This weekend we will finish off our season with a final game and a pizza party. Endless pizza. What could be more MAGIC than that?
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