The first defeat

Ashlyn's little basketball team lost for the first time this year on Saturday. I'm not sure of the score, because I lost track there at the end, but it was close, maybe 3 or 5 points. Ashlyn didn't seem to mind too badly, and I'm thankful for that. I'm also thankful I managed to make it through a loss without showing my butt, much like one of the mothers from the other team did.

Her daughter was the point guard for their team, and her husband was one of the coaches. The girl was on the smallish side, but she was a pretty good little ball handler as far as third graders go. See, our point guard, D****** is good, but she kind of just gets out there and plays miniature street ball. She's a kid that you watch and think that while she's tearing it up in this league, she's probably not going to be any good when she gets to high school unless she learns some fundamental ball handing skills. And the entire game her dad is standing on the side of the court absolutely screaming at her.  I kind of feel bad for her.

So the point guard on the other team was dribbling to the basket and she was going to shoot a lay-up, and D****** is running to catch up with her and her dad is yelling for her to GET HER! GET HER! and D******'s feet got tangled up with the other girl's feet and the girl fell.  Hard.  And then she skidded a little bit.  Now I have to say if it had been my kid, I'm not entirely sure what I would have done.  I'd like to think I would have been concerned for my child, you know, like whether or not she was bleeding or had broken her arm, and everything else that was happening would have been secondary.  But this girl's mom and dad?  Oh my gosh they went straight on the court (her mother came out of the stands) and went after the referees.  At that point Scott looked at me and said "Oh yeah!  We're about to see somebody get thrown out of the gym!"  

Nobody got thrown out, but one of the referees, a girl, did get a little snotty with the mother, but I really don't blame her.  After all, it's not the referees fault that somebody got fouled.  They  were trying to make sure everybody was okay and the little girl was just howling and D******'s dad was all "Good job!" (I though that was in poor taste) and the mother was out on the court just carrying on and really showing her butt.  To make matters worse all the parents on their side were encouraging her to make a scene.  

But then I thought about it some more, and actually I think we're all lucky she didn't go after D******'s dad, who was really being a jackass about the whole thing.  Well, everybody calmed down and the girl was okay and then we lost.  Ashlyn shot one time, and it was an air ball.  It was on-line, only it was a little short.  But I swear, I'm going to these games and watching and they're not even keeping score, and I'm so nervous I have to take a pill.  What in the world am I going to do when she gets to middle school ball?