We are in Lexington for my son’s basketball tournament. What an uncomfortable, awkward day it was, socially anyway.
The team won their first game this morning, as did the girls volleyball team. They both lost their next games later in the day, and that ends the season. It is finished.
Our family, along with a lot of other families from the volleyball team and the basketball team, secured rooms in the same hotel close to the place where the tournament was being held. We went back to our room after the games were over. We took a trip down to the lobby looking for snacks and vending and discovered there was a party going on…our team was having a pizza party. We didn’t get the memo.
As we were walking back to the elevator we ran into a couple of parents who invited us to stay, and informed us they tried to let everyone know….
That pretty much sums up this whole basketball experience, for me anyway. I never really made the connection. It seemed like I was always on the outside. Don’t get me wrong, we weren’t the only ones who didn’t get the news of the pizza gathering.
I will admit and acknowledge that I could have actually made the first move at the pizza party, so to speak, but I just wasn’t feeling it. Actually I did walk in the room where the peeps were hanging, but it just wasn’t happening for me.
And that pretty much sums up the season. I just never felt like a part of the team. Admittedly, the girls volleyball team has been together for several years. A lot of them already knew each other, but the basketball team, well that’s a different story. This is their first year together. A lot of them go to the same cottage school. Is that the missing link? I don’t know.
Now I get why my son has decided not to re-up next year, though he never really said this was the reason, but I think it has something to do with making connections (or not) with his team mates.
I have been conflicted about his decision to not play again next year. I’ve enjoyed watching him. He improved as the year went on, and played a major part of most games.
I now understand and support his decision. I’m going to really miss watching him play.
Hi Laurie! When I read this it made me sad and then mad, and then all of a sudden, I just laughed out loud! Consider your self lucky, when my boys stopped playing sports it was one of the happiest days of my life! Don’t waste another minute on those people, Any one that acts that way doesn’t deserve to have a great friend like you, I would love to have a pizza party with you any time, count me in ! 🙂
Haha…well thank you Suzie. Let’s do pizza! 🙂