junior varsity blues. so the past couple afternoons i've been slumming it with the kids, watching hong coach his tennis team. it's so funny. brings back alot of memories. all the riff raff, all the joking, the talking. the big kids picking on the little kids. checking the scores of the games. the clueless kids just there waiting to go home. all the asian dorks hanging out in a corner, talking bout warcraft and counterstrike (and you know i wanted to go talk with them). one guy was particularly loud, making fun of everyone and everyone's sister. "dude, your sister is hot, have you ever seen her naked?" he even likes to egg on his esteemed tennis coach. i admire hong's ability not to clock this particular kid over the head. that is why i am not a teacher.



i remember my junior varsity tennis days. i can't recall much of the people or the events. just the general vibe of road trips, random talking, high school boys talking about high school things. playing chess on the team bus. oh wait, maybe that was just me. the tennis kids are definitely geeks. tennis gets no love. especially if you're junior varsity to boot. so there's a camaderie built out of "we're tennis geeks, we can semi get along." and hong is the ring master of all this. telling the kids to pick up the balls, encouraging some players, discouraging nasty comments. it's really funny to watch him. in his i'm too cool to be in high school sunglasses and his snow white tennis attire. it's really enjoyable watching your friends work from a position of authority. it's really all i can do to not laugh out loud.



and while we were playing basketball with his kids, i got clocked on the noggin with a lacrosse ball. bam. just like that. i did not, contrary to popular desires, crumble in a heap of agony and pain. in fact, i was just shocked and a little surprised. but i wasn't hurt. there was no pain at all and i was just wondering what the hell happened since i didn't see anything come at me. but to my naysayers, i think you're right, my head is pretty damn thick.