I figured out tonight, that I've had SIX different junior high parents upset with me this basketball season. Damn good, eh? The season started in October, and it's just now December. I know how to piss people off in various ways. Just take a gander at some of these gems.
1.
Issue: 8th grade player mom mad at me because her son hadn't played in a game yet.
My stance: We had played 7 games. He was medically ineligible for two of them, and hadn't showed up to 2 of them. So, of the 7 games we'd played, he'd been able to get in THREE of them. And his mom's pissed because he didn't play. And these three games were right after I caught him LYING about missing practice so he could go to the town parade.
Final Resolution: After trying to explain it several times, I wind up hanging up on her. She calls the principal, and he hangs up on her. I only wish she had called the Superintendent. Why? Because that's my mom, and I would have LOVEd for her to complain about me to my mom. It'd been great fun.
2.
Issue: 8th grade player Dad mad because his son didn't play in one game.
My stance: This is his VERY first year of playing organized basketball, and he's our sixth man. He had played in every game to that point, and every game since. He had missed our practices over the weekend, because he had to go hunting. That's right, missed practice for hunting season.
Final Resolution: I don't give a fuck.
3.
Issue: 8th grade mom mad because we have practice on Saturday, and her son can't go hunting.
My stance: What the fuck is going on? Who gives a fuck about hunting? Ignoring for a fact that the deer hunting season lasts for weeks for kids his age, we HAVE to have practice on weekends because we have 5 different High School teams that have to practice as well. So, we have it on Saturday at 9:30. That gives them all day Saturday to hunt, and all day Sunday. Well, come to find out, she can't take him hunting on Sunday because of something SHE has to do. So, apparently, I'm supposed to organize my whole life, around her "busy" schedule. I say "busy" because I guarantee she hasn't been working 75+ hours for over a month.
Final Resolution: I'll be damned if I'm re-arranging my practices around her inability to take her son deer hunting on one of the 6 or 7 different weeks he can go.
4.
Issue: 7th grade Dad mad because his son didn't play in the second half of a game.
My stance: The game was on a Tuesday. We had had a game on Monday. The kid had spent the ENTIRE previous week in internal suspension after punching another kid (who is also on the basketball team) in the face. He then misses both weekend practices.
Final Resolution: I found the kid the next day at school, explained that I understood he was upset and why. Then I promptly reminded him how lucky he was that he was even on the team, and the fact I even let him play in the first half.
Score one of the Sly man.
5 & 6.
Issue: 7th grade parents mad because three 7th graders are playing in an 8th grade "B" game.
My stance: I only have 5 "B" team 8th graders. I only have two posts, and no ball handlers. Of the three kids I selected, two of them were ball handlers, and the other was a post. I only had three eighth grade jerseys, so I select the three that would complement the "B" team the best.
Final Resolution: After two ENORMOUS wins tonight, they make it a point to talk to me after the game. As if I'm not tired enough, I need to stick around longer. But, I say ok, and we discuss it, and basically tried to work with them to explain. They didn't like it, but I don't give a fuck.
So, how's that for a stellar two months? 2 months, 11 games, 6 upset parents.
I'm about done with them. The next one is probably going to get told to fuck off. I just hope I'm bigger than them.
1.
Issue: 8th grade player mom mad at me because her son hadn't played in a game yet.
My stance: We had played 7 games. He was medically ineligible for two of them, and hadn't showed up to 2 of them. So, of the 7 games we'd played, he'd been able to get in THREE of them. And his mom's pissed because he didn't play. And these three games were right after I caught him LYING about missing practice so he could go to the town parade.
Final Resolution: After trying to explain it several times, I wind up hanging up on her. She calls the principal, and he hangs up on her. I only wish she had called the Superintendent. Why? Because that's my mom, and I would have LOVEd for her to complain about me to my mom. It'd been great fun.
2.
Issue: 8th grade player Dad mad because his son didn't play in one game.
My stance: This is his VERY first year of playing organized basketball, and he's our sixth man. He had played in every game to that point, and every game since. He had missed our practices over the weekend, because he had to go hunting. That's right, missed practice for hunting season.
Final Resolution: I don't give a fuck.
3.
Issue: 8th grade mom mad because we have practice on Saturday, and her son can't go hunting.
My stance: What the fuck is going on? Who gives a fuck about hunting? Ignoring for a fact that the deer hunting season lasts for weeks for kids his age, we HAVE to have practice on weekends because we have 5 different High School teams that have to practice as well. So, we have it on Saturday at 9:30. That gives them all day Saturday to hunt, and all day Sunday. Well, come to find out, she can't take him hunting on Sunday because of something SHE has to do. So, apparently, I'm supposed to organize my whole life, around her "busy" schedule. I say "busy" because I guarantee she hasn't been working 75+ hours for over a month.
Final Resolution: I'll be damned if I'm re-arranging my practices around her inability to take her son deer hunting on one of the 6 or 7 different weeks he can go.
4.
Issue: 7th grade Dad mad because his son didn't play in the second half of a game.
My stance: The game was on a Tuesday. We had had a game on Monday. The kid had spent the ENTIRE previous week in internal suspension after punching another kid (who is also on the basketball team) in the face. He then misses both weekend practices.
Final Resolution: I found the kid the next day at school, explained that I understood he was upset and why. Then I promptly reminded him how lucky he was that he was even on the team, and the fact I even let him play in the first half.
Score one of the Sly man.
5 & 6.
Issue: 7th grade parents mad because three 7th graders are playing in an 8th grade "B" game.
My stance: I only have 5 "B" team 8th graders. I only have two posts, and no ball handlers. Of the three kids I selected, two of them were ball handlers, and the other was a post. I only had three eighth grade jerseys, so I select the three that would complement the "B" team the best.
Final Resolution: After two ENORMOUS wins tonight, they make it a point to talk to me after the game. As if I'm not tired enough, I need to stick around longer. But, I say ok, and we discuss it, and basically tried to work with them to explain. They didn't like it, but I don't give a fuck.
So, how's that for a stellar two months? 2 months, 11 games, 6 upset parents.
I'm about done with them. The next one is probably going to get told to fuck off. I just hope I'm bigger than them.