My son has loved basketball since he first came into contact with one of those orange, bouncing orbs. When we put him into a large Christian school that had a well-established basketball team, he was absolutely in heaven.
In his second year there, he became a starter. The team was well coached, with a head coach and two assistants, all of whom know the game well. The Mustangs won a lot, even against some much bigger schools.
Pastor Bo WagnerPart of the game of basketball is the officiating. Like any sport with kids playing and parents watching, the refs are often not the favorite people in the building. For my part and that of my family, I have always stressed the fact that the officials are to be respected, even when you believe they are wrong. Even when they clearly blow a call, or several calls, it was my demand that no Wagner is to argue, fuss or complain. Referees are human, and they have a very hard job.
And then “the game” happened.
I am not exaggerating in the least to say that this was the worst-officiated game I have ever seen at any level. And far from being bad evenly, it was entirely one-sided. My son’s team was clearly the better of the two teams, but the officials were clearly intent on making sure that did not matter.