Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Sunday, March 27, 2011

Basketball at its worst!

I unfortunately was one of the parents that signed my son up for the 2011 MSE Basketball Camp.  This camp was advertised as the best thing that has happened to basketball since Michael Jordan.  The camp has been promoted the past four to five months as the showcase for middle school basketball.  They charged $200 and made a lot of empty promises.  The circus took place at the prestigious Fordham University Campus and what an embarrassing event that has disgraced the name of New York Basketball.  The event was attended by approximately 200 eager athletes that had traveled from all over the US.  The event was way understaffed and the staff that were on hand were comical.  If you want to be a basketball coach, dress like a basketball coach!  One coach was wearing skinny jeans half way down his rearend.  Another coach was wearing tight jeans, skin tight button up dress shirt and a Yankee hat worn backwards.  The garbage cans were dragged onto the court to use as obstacles.  The rubber basketballs were few and were not even properly inflated.  If you are going to use the word "Elite" at least make an attempt.  The Drill Sargeant for the day was an uninspirational, cheap imitation of a Head Basketball Coach.  He made it clear to the 200+ athletes that when he blew his whistle, he wanted 100% attention.

The Camp was to end on Sunday at 3:00.  At 3:15 the parents were eager to pack up their vehicles for their ride home.  I spoke to a family that had a ten hour drive back to North Carolina!  Everyone was still waiting for their promised "FREE" pair of sneakers.  After all, the camp was sponsored by Adidas, right?  There was a free for all at the end of camp when they carried in two large boxes that contained the sneakers.  It was obvious that there would not be enough sneakers to go around and tempers flared.  It was a mob scene with no control.  Hey! where was the guy with the whistle.  My theory is that the two boxes of sneakers were just a decoy as he jumped into his armored truck for a quick getaway.

Hey Whistleman! wherever you are tonight, I hope you sleep well.