Falchoon
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I have just got back from overseas to find my Tuesday basketball team has decided we'd have a season off. A friend of mine thus said would I like to play mixed basketball on a Sunday night? No worries I say, keep the hand in, practice the dribbling, passing and outside shooting. Very low standard, couldn't care less if we won/lost type of affair. Really comes down to who has the tallest girls under the basket anyway(guys not allowed in the key).
So I rock up, the big fellas not playing anymore as it is too frustrating and $300 worth of good behaviour bonds too expensive. Never mind that at 6'6" and 140 kilos he's not exactly suited to the outside game.
So I turn up and it looks like we're playing the Dandenong Primary School team. I start on the bench and ask the parental scorer how old they all are, 17 she says, mates at school. Fair enough I say, better go easy, no pressing on the D, no screens
and I'd better stay away from the girls as much as possible lest I kill them.
Now the conundrum with playing juniors is they are taller, quicker, better skilled (I started at 22 y.o.) and jump higher. I could beat them if I wanted too, but a riot with the players parents is not my idea of a Sunday nights entertainment (more Tuesdays
)
So there I am getting fouled everytime I bring the ball up, cheap D from behind, basically tackled with 5 seconds left in the first half, the kids are going full ball, the scores are even. I'm starting to get a little frustrated with the level of refereeing so I decide I'll start drawing fouls, dribble round pull up knowing they're coming from behind. No joke a parent accuses me of throwing my head back to try and injure the poor little darling. Keeps going on about it for the rest of the game.
Now no jokes I'm 20kg's overweight with dodgy knees, I certainly didn't jump backwards, merely squared my shoulders to the basket and got mugged, no foul. Said parent says I'm a thug and unhappy that I'm losing to his set of darling cheap D playing kids.
Now the conundrum, that had to be the most relaxed, easy going game of basketball I've ever played in my life- next time do I go out and play hard knowing that parents will be irate anyway or attempt to be the nice mild mannered gentle basketballer that I tried to be?
Or like my mate throw it all away and stick to the golf where I can beat the middle aged parents and still get whacked by the kids?
Said parent encouraged a 15-0 scoring run BTW
Unbelievably frustrating.
So I rock up, the big fellas not playing anymore as it is too frustrating and $300 worth of good behaviour bonds too expensive. Never mind that at 6'6" and 140 kilos he's not exactly suited to the outside game.
So I turn up and it looks like we're playing the Dandenong Primary School team. I start on the bench and ask the parental scorer how old they all are, 17 she says, mates at school. Fair enough I say, better go easy, no pressing on the D, no screens
and I'd better stay away from the girls as much as possible lest I kill them.Now the conundrum with playing juniors is they are taller, quicker, better skilled (I started at 22 y.o.) and jump higher. I could beat them if I wanted too, but a riot with the players parents is not my idea of a Sunday nights entertainment (more Tuesdays
)So there I am getting fouled everytime I bring the ball up, cheap D from behind, basically tackled with 5 seconds left in the first half, the kids are going full ball, the scores are even. I'm starting to get a little frustrated with the level of refereeing so I decide I'll start drawing fouls, dribble round pull up knowing they're coming from behind. No joke a parent accuses me of throwing my head back to try and injure the poor little darling. Keeps going on about it for the rest of the game.
Now no jokes I'm 20kg's overweight with dodgy knees, I certainly didn't jump backwards, merely squared my shoulders to the basket and got mugged, no foul. Said parent says I'm a thug and unhappy that I'm losing to his set of darling cheap D playing kids.
Now the conundrum, that had to be the most relaxed, easy going game of basketball I've ever played in my life- next time do I go out and play hard knowing that parents will be irate anyway or attempt to be the nice mild mannered gentle basketballer that I tried to be?
Or like my mate throw it all away and stick to the golf where I can beat the middle aged parents and still get whacked by the kids?
Said parent encouraged a 15-0 scoring run BTW
Unbelievably frustrating.







