The other night at an 8th grade girls game the dribbler went right into the half court trap and picked up her dribble, just like the defense planned. Two defenders trapped and had her right where they wanted her. The only problem is one defender leaned on the offensive player until she literally knocked her on her butt, not a vicious foul, but one that had to be called. A lady in the stands close by yelled,"Boy, they're cheating!" Uh huh, thanks lady, your objection is duly noted. A couple of rows in front of this lady were two small boys, probably 5 or 6 years old. One turned to the other and said matter of factly, "These are some cheatin' refs." I think: well, this is where they learn it, he's just repeating what he heard, probably not even watching and knowing what's going on. But about the time I finished this thought, he completed his observation, "She fell on her own."
__________________
I swear, Gus, you'd argue with a possum.
It'd be easier than arguing with you, Woodrow.
Lonesome Dove
|