We know we're blessed around here. I know it when I watch Shawn Prevo score a
touchdown and immediately look for a referee to hand the football to. I know it when Jaquez Tyson scores still
another touchdown and acts as though he's been there before (he has...lots).
I do remember one incident this year that happened less than
ten feet from me when a player from the opposing team jumped into a pile of
players, leading with his fist. His
intent was clearly to hurt someone. The
game, for all practical purposes, was over and since it was a playoff game, the
season for this young man was also about to be over.
To their credit, the officials saw it, flagged it, and had a
chat with the young man who seemed neither contrite nor apologetic (remember, I
was but a few feet away).
I can only speculate as to what kind of background this
young man came from. Building character starts early and never stops. I've
said it before and I'll say it again: I
don't see many really "bad" kids but I do see too many
"bad" parents.
Parents, look at yourself in the mirror. What is there about yourself that you want
your kids to copy? What traits would you
prefer they avoid? I've said here before
that raising kids is a lot like God shaping clouds. Done gently and with purpose.
Here lately, it seems like a lot of the incidents involve
fans. To use a sometimes forgotten term, it's plain and simple poor
sportsmanship. I've never liked boo-ing (I don't even like
cheering when a player on the other team makes a mistake) but maybe that's just
me. I do know that behavior at times
goes beyond poor taste.
I can remember a couple of years ago at a
not-to-be-mentioned Knoxville school when the student body for that school
showed up early and camped out in the bleachers immediately behind the
visitor's (my team's) bench. Those
students proceeded to scream incessantly, making it at least unpleasant. The coach finally started holding timeout
discussions in the middle of the court in order to be heard.
Taunting other players--calling them by name and picking on
some identifying characteristic--I don't much care for that either. I believe every red-headed basketball player
at one time or another has been called "Opie."
Heaven forbid that you ever have to be the one throwing the
ball in during a basketball game while standing in front of the other team's
student section.
Most of the time, I can forgive stuff like this if it is
teenagers but when adults do it, it is just unacceptable.
Like I said, this all takes it beyond school spirit into a
whole new arena of poor sportsmanship.
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