Thursday, April 27, 2006

Postgame Alert for 4/27

There were tears. There were sobs. And that was just The Spouse.

HMOG, as we Catholic sports moms like to say. The girls lost the first game by 9 points. Remember, this was their first loss all season. It got to them a little. But they went into the 2nd game with a "Good teams fight back"! And they dug in, fought, held the lead and then lost, 28 to 30. This, my friends, is the definition of heartbreak when you're 12. (Or when you're 48 and you see a mess of little girls that you really love crying like wee little things while a bunch of snotty Eastside girls are jumping up and down in all their freakin' victory).

WHATEVER!

So we shuttle them off to the hall for a good cry. Then Coach tells 'em that they left it all on the court and had nothing to be ashamed of (and he was right). And there was a Hail Mary and a "St. G! Next year!" And then we all went home to bite our pillows.

5 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous opined...

That was quite the season. And so many more years to grow as players and as a team. My hat is off. Actually it's in the other room.

(quiet voice) 2-0.

April 27, 2006 9:00 PM  
Blogger Lorraine opined...

Thank you. That was very sweet. Go get your hat.

April 27, 2006 9:23 PM  
Blogger Middle Child opined...

Losing is fine really. I was 12 andsports captain for the girls team at St Joseph's Primary schoolAberdeen NSW Australia.

We lost terribly that year but I was awarded a book...my first hardcover book which belonged to only me called "Robbery Under Arms" by Rolf Bolderwood...the nuns knew a thing or two about
instiling those losers amongst us with a sense of justice...which that book did.

Losing does no one any harm at all.

Its all such a bloody game anyway what does any game matter?

It should be fun really...thats what a game is meant to be.

April 28, 2006 12:00 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous opined...

Those girls are champs! What an amazing year. It goes without saying The Child is the Best of the Best, not to mention cute as a button and a jolly good little athlete.

April 28, 2006 10:34 AM  
Blogger Unknown opined...

Oh the heartbreak! After three kids who played everything from basketball (the eldest boy) to football (both boys) to volleyball (the girl) to racquetball (youngest boy) to soccer (youngest boy), and now 4 grandkids all playing soccer and the oldest grandchild - age 11 - playing AAU basketball, I know the drill and the agony of defeat. I think it's harder on the parents and grandparents than the kids sometimes. They go off to have ice cream with their teammates while Mom and Dad and grandparents fume about bad calls, mistakes, mean kids on the opposing team, etc... it's so hard.

May 01, 2006 5:08 PM  

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