Get Over It. Life’s Just Not Fair
Last week my high school daughters played basketball against the Memphis Homeschool Team, all of whom were six-footers. Where do they get all those tall girls? I’m pretty sure you can’t grow to be six feet tall eating only bean sprouts and granola. And since their team doesn’t play in a regular “league” that checks their ages, I bet 95% of them are old enough to have watched the first episode of “Friends.”
The Homeschoolers are phenomenal because they do a couple of hours of classwork in the morning and play basketball the rest of the day while our kids have to go real school and learn stupid stuff like Latin (like, who even SPEAKS that anymore?) and endure Taco Tuesday.
A typical day for a Homeschool basketball player consists of getting up at 5 a.m., eating a yummy tofu scramble, playing online “Jeopardy! (quantum physics edition),” shadowing a Mayo Clinic neurosurgeon in an on-line internship, AP Calculus/Trig/Legos, followed by lunch of organic bean curd and “home-school ham,” composed of hand-pressed tofu and pink jello. Then AP Adventures in Ancient Mandarin, AP Neuro-biometrics and Episiotomies Lab, and AP Cello.
At 12 p.m. basketball practice begins with the “make 100-three-pointers in a row or run til you puke drill,” flying to Louisville for a light scrimmage with the Louisville men’s team, and AP Sportsmanship. (stalling techniques when you’re winning by 40)
Adding to their humiliation, our girls have to watch their pre-game warm up. Why warm up? They could win with a serious case of pinkeye and one arm tied behind their back drawing graphs of exponential antiderivatives—with a PEN. Instead of honing their 360 degree dunks, they should all just grab a carrot stick and listen to Yo-Yo Ma on their headphones.
It’s not fair that we have to compete against girls who play basketball all day and who actually understand how hang time and backspin affect trajectory.
But, you know, a LOT of things in this world aren’t fair. For example:
Having to go to jury duty. It’s fine for you guys, but frankly, I’m kinda busy.
That without shoulder pads I look bottom-heavy.
When networks interrupt Swamp People to run the Democratic National Convention or something stupid like that
That Luke and Laura left General Hospital
That I can’t get my 19-year-old son’s grades from his college because it violates his right of privacy, but the government can spy on my phone calls
That some people don’t realize that when you’re pretending to be on your cell phone, it means you don’t want to talk to them
Bruce Jenner now vs. Bruce Jenner then. What a tragedy. (I’m terribly sorry for you X-gens. Google him, for the love of perfectly stunning Olympian gods). We used to adore him with that strong jaw, long brown hair, short shorts, muscular legs . . . um, sorry, I digress.
Bruce, I know it’s NOT FAIR! You didn’t realize what you were getting into when you were strapped down and stretched tight by Kardashians. Kris should make it up to you by finding the identity of the Target credit card hackers. Maybe they can help you get your man card back.