This past Saturday consisted of two basketball games. George's team had a great game, wherein everyone got to play, shoot some baskets and walk away with a win, 22-0. George was really excited.
George's buddy from baseball executed a beautiful pass, and George took a great shot.
The girls had a tough game. We had some formidable players on the opposing team, and we are learning to live with officiating. Specifically, the referee's son was the coach of our opposing team, and unfortunately, the types of things one would expect from that situation tends to occur.
This is real life, and sometimes it's not fair.
Our girls tend to hold authority figures in the highest of esteem, and we have had to explain that referees are prone to error, just like anyone else. All they can do is play their best game, which is exactly what they did. In the end, they came up two points short.
While shaking hands/congratulating at the end of the game, one of the opposing players called our point guard trash. Someone needs to explain to that girl that "trash talk" shouldn't be literal. #stayclassy
In the end, these types of games make them tougher.
And we will be ready for this team when we play them again.
#gohigh
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