“Butt ugly.” That’s the word a school official used to summarize the action of a recent basketball game here in town.
After 30+ years with a small weekly, I’m finding myself wool-gathering at times, and tonight, the summary “butt-ugly” sticks while I muse.
I’m a little more charitable myself when describing less-than-graceful high-school basketball. I lean more towards “character-building,” which is more of an evasion than a description.
I’ll have to go with the school official and his description of the evening’s play after tonight’s game, though. Add to the general ho-hum-ness of the action a trio of officials that made more poor calls than good: an out-of-bounds call when the ball was stopped inches within the sideline — dozens of hand-check fouls, some called, some not, mostly not — body checks that sent players to the floor — three or more steps allowed on a drive to the hoop… the list goes on.
When the shoulders of the head coach from each team slump almost in unison on call after call, you realize you’re not the only one noticing. When a couple of parents that patiently endured the junior varsity game give up and head for the door rather than yell at the refs, you realize you’re not the only one noticing. When the cheerleaders for either side just raise their voices a notch hoping not to be noticed, you realize you’re not the only one noticing. When there isn’t enough high spirits among the players to tempt a technical-foul call, you know it’s time to put the game to bed and hope for a better showing next time out.
When the game’s over and there are no high fives or commiserations among the players, you realize it will be best just to write off the evening and hope for not-too-many wind sprints for the players in the next practice.
Well, upon a moment’s further reflection, both terms can apply. If the coaches can communicate effectively the butt ugliness of the play there is hope for character building.