When we were in high school and playing football, we were fortunate in that our coach constantly pounded into our heads the importance of hydration, even past the point that we figured it was doing any good. Of the aspects of maturation that help a 14-year-old along his disjointed journey into manhood, a grown man yelling between wind sprints and blocking drills about the need for clear urine is way up there.
(From a moral standpoint - if not legal - the pangs of guilt must wrack him on a daily basis. It’d be worse if they didn’t.)
So we sort of took it for granted that all coaches felt the same way about making water readily available, especially during the grueling two-a-days of summer before the season began. Not so, apparently, as a Louisville-area high school is still reeling from the death of Max Gilpin, a 15-year-old player who was one of two players who collapsed during practice last summer. Worse yet, the coach is about to stand trial for reckless homicide in the incident.
Could we please check with NCAA officials to make sure all four teams Saturday night received the same schedule of events? This seems to have been a problem all week, what with all the blowouts. One team gets notice to show up for a game at an appointed time and the other team has a schedule that asks them to appear at a rubber chicken dinner at the hotel at the same time.
(Are you sure this schedule is right? I don’t think we’re supposed to carry the Olympic torch tonight.)
Is it too much to ask the printing vendor to tell UCLA the game starts at 6:30ish ET without telling Xavier to be at the Scottsdale Hilton at 6:45 for the presentation of the “Nice Try, Kids; Better Luck Next Year” award?
By the time Xavier realized they’d been caught on “Candid Camera” and raced over to the arena, it was too late. UCLA had already throttled the empty Xavier jerseys 76-57. (It would have been worse except for UCLA’s 10 first-half turnovers.)