Monday, March 31, 2008

End-of-the-Month News

First things first: isn't it supposed to be spring?!

Sure enough, March 31st -- school was cancelled for the first time during the '07-'08 school year due to the weather. Before that, we probably had only two late starts. And with the bad weather, it renews my frustrations as spring sports kicks off once again and I'm preparing to field NINETEEN 7th grade baseball players this spring!

I'm extremely happy and pleased that I've got a large turnout this season (compared to last year's bunch) and things are working out quite well with this team. Why? Because they listen. It's almost night-and-day compared to some teams I've dealt with in the past. The only frustrating thing is trying to find the space to practice. With all this wet weather we've been getting, the fields are still quite wet to practice on, so besides my team, I'm competing with all the varsity sports (baseball, softball, track, and boy's tennis) for some gym space. But I came up with an idea to push practice back to 5:00 p.m. when some of the teams are finally getting out of the gym. It's been working out great. Our first game is on April 14.

Our 4th Quarter of the school year begins today, so that means 9 more weeks of school until I'm going to finish up my career here. I've got my applications in order, but I haven't mailed them out quite yet.

More on this later!

Saturday, March 01, 2008

Typical Non-Communication

While anxiously waiting the news from the Board of Education regarding my resignation, I never received a formal document about what their decision was. Nobody told me, either ... as I never asked.

I had to read about it in the local newspaper on Friday. The resignation was accepted, but same story, different day: a closet community.

Yikes

Last Thursday night, our boy's basketball team finished out their "home" basketball schedule, thus ending my 3-year run of holding my post at the southeast corner of the gym as a supervisor. It wasn't a bad gig -- watching free boys basketball from three different seasons and I even got paid for it!

But with this supervision job, I came to observe many things at my post.

It all came to a head for me for their last two home games, in which the quality of the play was so absolutely horrible that I walked off in frustration and anger. It's even surpring that our P-Town boys even won these games!

The main focus of my frustration is the lack of fan support, especially from the student section. It's all fine-and-dandy that if they want to sit front row, pack the opposite side of the gym (from the benches) and occasionally do a cheer along with the cheerleaders. Other than that, they're bumps on a log.

Back in my day, I didn't play basketball. But I can tell you this, we were FANS -- home or away. Mike was the ballplayer from our core group of guys we used to hang out with; so Robb, Sean, myself, and a couple of choice females would hold court -- front row-center and bringing it. Our high school's own head coach would even hear our barbs from across the gym!

It's part of the atmosphere ... the game itself! We would rip on anybody who came close to us, especially during in-bounds passes when we would be relenting towards the opposition. But unfortunately for where I teach, our own students are put down by a crusty old athletic director, a person who's outlived the dinosaurs. When any of our students would start to raise a ruckus towards the other team, he would slowly move over to the student section and put out that fire before it even started with a threat of kicking them out of the gym for the entire school year.

Case in point: one of our students just showed up in a gorilla mask. Could he wear it? Nope. Could the students dress up in all-white clothing to create a "white-out" effect? Nope. Shot down.

I remember a coaches' meeting we had earlier in the school year about our crowds. We were all disappointed, but we did not blame the students for that. They are now basically "programmed" to cheer in a certain way: not at all.

I'm surprised they can even clap at all. Man, times change.