the youth basketball team that i coach had their first game last wednesday. our team is really young compared to the other teams, so we really can't expect to be very competitive. we played this really good team, who had a really good left-handed point guard. he was super quick, big, and skilled
but anyway, i think we were down by 20something points in the 2nd half before the other coach finallyyyy told james harden not to shoot anymore.

it was funny though. we lost the game by 25 points or so. and riiiiight after the game, little 9year old gerald comes up to me and asks  "Did we win?"

um, no. we got smashed by 25 points.
 no. you guys let james-harden-over-there drive to the basket anytime he wanted
 no. you guys didn't box out or secure a rebound to save your lives.
 no. the other team won aaaand they covered the 20-point spread.
 no. what the fuck game were you watching?

I actually just laughed and said 'no, i think we lost. did you think we won?'
and he just shrugged his shoulders and said i don't knoww