It seems that every team in D.J.ís basketball league has players that are taller than anyone on his team. But the team they played today had nothing but kids who looked to be about twice the size of everyone on the Bulls. It was like playing a team of nine-year-olds (and to tell the truth, Iíd like to have checked a few IDs.)
It was really no contest, and it wasnít just because the Bulls were a few players short. They were also short, period. They didnít get a rebound in the whole game, and they wouldnít have scored at all if they didnít have one aggressive player who wasnít afraid to rip the ball out of the taller kidsí hands. That wasnít enough, though, and the other team won, 44-12. It was just as bad a drubbing as it sounds.
As always, though, the kids had no idea they were being beaten so badly. It wasnít easy to watch, but in a way it was easier than a closer game like last weekís, because there was never a time after the first minute when they had the slightest chance to win. Knowing thereís nothing they could do made it a little easier to see them lose. Knowing they didnít care made it a lot easier.