(Where in the heck is this child's parents?)
"You should know, you know that ahhh
Kriss Kross is not having anything today
As we stand there totally crossed out
We commence to make you
Jump Jump!"
Kriss Kross is not having anything today
As we stand there totally crossed out
We commence to make you
Jump Jump!"
What the entire gymnasium saw every time the "star" participant in a YMCA basketball game scored:
What we heard the ref tell this player's coach after the sixth or seventh full moon:
"...If I have to tell him to pull up his shorts one more time, it will be a technical foul. I don't want to see his underwear and neither does anyone else."
--Don Estes, Referee for YMCA (Columbus, OH)
Was at a recent YMCA game where early on, all of players were sternly advised to tuck in their shirts and secure their shorts via the drawstring. I was offended, irate and totally pissed off that three players at this inner-city basketball game felt they were special and did not need to heed the rules. Two of the players were on my son Sneadly's team and continuously allowed their shorts to "hang low."
One player was ridiculous. So much so that one of the refs constantly stopped the game to tell him to "get right." Each time, the 6'2" 17-year-old scowled. The youngster, is of course the highest scorer and a ball hog. That's no hate, it's true. He needs a serious lesson in teamwork and fair play and other parents have complained about him. Not surprisingly, the little Be-Be's kid got indignant when he was threatened with a technical fowl.
At almost 40, I remember the rap duo Kriss Kross and how hot the backwards and sagging pants were; but what this fad has evolved into is simply a nightmare. And, damn can we go back to the day when if an elder spoke to you, you did as you were told without any ifs, ands, or buts...
Was at a recent YMCA game where early on, all of players were sternly advised to tuck in their shirts and secure their shorts via the drawstring. I was offended, irate and totally pissed off that three players at this inner-city basketball game felt they were special and did not need to heed the rules. Two of the players were on my son Sneadly's team and continuously allowed their shorts to "hang low."
One player was ridiculous. So much so that one of the refs constantly stopped the game to tell him to "get right." Each time, the 6'2" 17-year-old scowled. The youngster, is of course the highest scorer and a ball hog. That's no hate, it's true. He needs a serious lesson in teamwork and fair play and other parents have complained about him. Not surprisingly, the little Be-Be's kid got indignant when he was threatened with a technical fowl.
At almost 40, I remember the rap duo Kriss Kross and how hot the backwards and sagging pants were; but what this fad has evolved into is simply a nightmare. And, damn can we go back to the day when if an elder spoke to you, you did as you were told without any ifs, ands, or buts...
Axe.
Currently Reading: I Wish I Had A Red Dress by Pearl Cleage Currently Listening To: Run For Your Life by Robert Randolph and the Family Band, AND, Permanent Imprint by (poet) Shanelle Gabriel
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