Well, the last week of the season was certainly our finest hour. The boys played their best game of the year. What really got me was that they completed our goal, and got better, ever single game. We knew that we had our work cut out for us going in. We were playing a team that was a few divisions higher than us. We knew as soon as we say the other team get out of their cars, that we had underestimated just how much of a challenge we faced. That town decided to bring, and play, their Varsity kids. This meant that they were all a year older than our kids, out numbered our kids by over two to one, and were much bigger overall. To our kids credit, they weren't concerned with their size as much as how many of them there were. We kept telling the kids that the other team could only play 11 at a time, just like us. That seemed to resonate with them.
The other team thought they would have their way with us. They opened up with a pass. Now to give some perspective, if we threw the ball a dozen times all year, that might be overstating it. We held our ground. We gave up a first time but held them the next series. We moved the ball but couldn't sustain a full drive. Back and forth we went. It was a battle, but we were winning it. And late in the second half we popped one in the end zone. Final score Duxbury 8, other team's Varsity 0. Our sixth shutout of the season.
Unfortunately the dark side of youth sports was not just isolated to the varsity players being played. Their coaches were clearly mad. We found out later that they were complaining to the referees about our best player playing the whole game. First, there is no rule against it. Second, he did not play the entire game. I took him out to rest him three times on defense. I am just glad the kids didn't notice any of this. This kind of attitude is what is wrong with children's sports today.
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