In HS in the 1950’s, sports is what you had to do to keep up the ancient and often disproved myth that guys do and girls watch. So we tried everything, including the patience of parents, teachers, and especially coaches. Now, decades later, those of us who became famous as riders of the pine [the bench] for most games wonder why we bothered. Mostly I think it was just fun, the comradeship with classmates, and the safety valve for teen angst.
Oh, yes, we also had time to perform in plays, musicals, choir concerts, academic competitions, along with frequent forays into foolishness that caused our teachers to shake their heads and wonder why they bothered. But we and they usually recovered and life went on in a way that seems to have been lost over later generations.
To quote Irving Berlin the song is ended but the melody lingers on 1927. And why not. It’s a good memory.
I can certainly empathize with the kid.
In HS in the 1950’s, sports is what you had to do to keep up the ancient and often disproved myth that guys do and girls watch. So we tried everything, including the patience of parents, teachers, and especially coaches. Now, decades later, those of us who became famous as riders of the pine [the bench] for most games wonder why we bothered. Mostly I think it was just fun, the comradeship with classmates, and the safety valve for teen angst.
Oh, yes, we also had time to perform in plays, musicals, choir concerts, academic competitions, along with frequent forays into foolishness that caused our teachers to shake their heads and wonder why they bothered. But we and they usually recovered and life went on in a way that seems to have been lost over later generations.
To quote Irving Berlin the song is ended but the melody lingers on 1927. And why not. It’s a good memory.