Friday night sights, Saturday heat and dumb people (in that order)
Just some random ramblings from a guy who promises that he’ll A) Never try to stir up faux controversy by adding a comment to his own stories online and B) Certainly won’t make any comment (though I’ll never do it on my own stories) about how uncomfortable he is while doing his job. Because there’s nothing uncomfortable about my job. (Oh, don’t worry, we’ll get back to this later in the blog post, maybe right after I don’t mention what state I’m from like some others out there.) And no matter how hot I am, I’m just sitting there watching others play sports in 100-degree heat.
Anyway, glad to see Waynesboro football fans not embarrass themselves on another team’s turf and get behind those players and coach Steve Isaacs.
I kid, I kid. All the supposed fans of the Little Giants did Friday was live up their standards as, well, poor fans. And they made it very clear that the football team is playing for itself and its coach. They should certainly not be playing for the rubes in the stands who hurled insults and coaching advice toward a second-year coach and a group of players that look up to him all the while losing to Stuarts Draft.
Hey Waynesboro fans. Grow up and get behind your team like, oh, I don’t know, almost every other team in the area. Just a thought.
I mean, look at it this way, Riverheads coach Robert Casto picked up his 100th win Friday night as Gladiator coach. (100-40 overall record.) He’s won two state titles, led the Pride to nine regional appearances and won five district championships.
And, just think, he started his career 0-17 in Greenville. (Thus proving to “Waynesboro fans” that, yeah, it takes time, not another coach.)
(Oh, and while you’re at it “Waynesboro fans,“ and yes, we put that in quotes for a reason, maybe wear a little purple every now and again when you show up for games. Just a thought.)
Buffalo Gap is three games into the season, still undefeated and running back Pickle Nuckols already has seven touchdowns and 324 yards on 48 carries (that’s a 6.75 yards per carry average, folks.) And all we can say to that is the same thing we’ve been saying since Week 1.
Different year, same old Pickle Nuckols.
(Hey, “Waynesboro fans,“ we’re pretty sure they sell purple Waynesboro hats in town somewhere. Or at least at the high school. Go get one so, you know, you can at least look like you support the team, even if your embarrassing actions in the stands prove otherwise. Again, just a thought.)
Zach Shifflett, D.J. Hines and Darius Woodson. They play for Stuarts Draft, they’re all running backs. We call that a three-headed monster, in Cougarland, they call it another winning season.
(Um, so you’re sure you want to make this a Little Giants versus the world scenario, “Waynesboro fans”? I mean, don’t these players kind of need you to get behind them? I’m just asking.)
Sight on the sidelines at Draft on Friday: One of the ball boys (his last name is Bower, his first name escapes me, and no, that’s not his real first name, smarty pants) breaking into a phenomenal rendition of the classic 1980s robot dance. This kid, who plays for the midget football team, did this child of the 80s proud.
Told you the Leemen wouldn’t be calling their games with Harrisonburg the Why-Can’t-We-Win-This-Game Bowl. Yep, told you so.
Hey, how good does Dae’Quan Scott look?
“I don’t understand why U.Va. isn’t out here looking at [Scott],“ said coach David Tibbs.
Hold on there, coach. U.Va. not looking at Scott is the best thing to happen to this kid. First off, if we’ve learned anything about our in-the-area Division I schools (yeah, I’m looking at you U.Va. and James Madison) is they tend to ignore the talent in their own backyards. When it comes to men’s basketball, nobody has done it better than the Dukes, a college that should have been using R.E. Lee basketball team like it was part of their JV program. And, to hope Al Groh-Must-Go would notice Scott is just folly. The last thing one of the most electrifying football players to come out of Lee needs is to get thrown under the bus by his own coach. Something Groh has been pretty good at lately.
Don’t worry, a DI or DI-AA (or whatever the heck it’s called these days) coach is going to take a look at Scott. And the less it’s U.Va., the better off Scott is going to be. And that’s a fact, folks.
Hey, Fort Defiance finally picked up that win they’ve been so close to getting.
OK, now back to the first item, it was hot Saturday. So hot in fact, officials at Fishburne’s home football opener against Hyde ended the game with 22 seconds left and whittled the quarters down to 10 minutes each. This, of course, after several players were falling from the heat.
In the Waynesboro gym Saturday (in the same heat), four volleyball teams competed as much as they could at the Little Giants Invitational. These girls and those football players were the ones running around in the heat. They were the ones sweating and having to worry about staying hydrated. Certainly not some slack-jawed writer who just could have wiped the sweat from his brow while he was sitting in the stands.
Really? Add a comment to your own story about how hot YOU were? How uncomfortable YOU were? OK, but maybe it’s the “butt-numbing” bleachers that got to his head. You know, since with comments like those, it’s clear we now know where his head it at.
Hey, I’m just saying. (Oh, and here’s what we’re talking about. Just scroll down and read the comment.)
Jason Verlander tossing a one-hitter and losing against Clarke County.
Todd Phillips’ shot over Brad Starks in the Region II quarterfinals.
Devon Brown being, well, Devon Brown. (Which now I know where they get it from—that glorified ad salesmen who decided, at his own whim, to pile it on Brown for, oh, I don’t know, playing hard until the final buzzer. You know, like all athletes are taught to do. When in Rome, I guess.)
Michael Johnson flipping head-over-heels into the end zone on a cold day in Swoope against Colonial Beach.
Countless others.
Sorry, it didn’t matter how hot the gyms were. It didn’t matter how cold that December day was. All that mattered was what was going on right in front of us. Now go wipe your brow.
