School Spirit

Last week saw me scoring a kids’ basketball match (okay, just pressing the buttons and controlling the scoreboard… not the actual sheet with the important stuff that gets signed by the umpires and stuff later… but the kids only care about the scoreboard, eh?) and then stopping off at the local bottle-o on the way home because the madness of the experience left me ‘needing’ a drink.

Note the quotation marks around the word ‘needing’… I probably could have done with just a good few deep breaths, but good deep breaths, although they’re good and deep, just don’t taste as good or deep as scotch, eh?

Well… one week on and I’m back there again, sitting down a little before the game while the kids start turning up… and this time it’s the umpire who approaches me and suggests I help score again. Fortunately there was a young girl from the other team who was willing to do the paperwork side of things, so I agreed. Her mum was sitting right next door, so that was good too as I taught the girl six years ago and I assured them I’d barrack for my team and their son. He’s another I’ve taught as well so I was more than happy to do that.

Anyway… seems it’s like scoring is like falling off a bike. You never forget how. Or is that riding a bike… anyway, you always remember both, eh? The scoring worked again, and I must have felt confident this time around as I spent as much time watching the game and pressing the (mostly) correct buttons as I did arguing in a friendly manner with the girl and her mother about everything we could think of. Much less stressful this time!

End result – the kids had a good match and ended up winning about 51 to 39. High scoring, so I guess my fingers were moving quicker than last week, but once more the scores matched up to the score sheet. Well… pretty much. When we found a 2 point discrepancy between us, she just added it onto her sheet instead of worrying about removing it because she figured the other team were far enough behind it didn’t really matter!

More importantly, especially in regards to possible future visits to certain anonymous meetings, I didn’t feel like I needed a stiff drink once I’d finished. That has to be a positive, eh? I think it means I’m a competent scorer now and could do it at the drop of the hat! That’s something worth celebrating, eh?

With a stiff scotch!

Related post: Scoring for basketball… leads me to drink!

Technorati tags: basketball, kids sport.