As I flipped through the channels tonight, I stumbled across the Harlem Globetrotters. As I watched the hijinx ensue, I was able to catch a little of the interplay between the coach of the Washington Generals (who knew they had a coach? they sure don't play like it) and the ref. The coach had a cain/walker and, for some unknown reason, was mic'd. While I've always wondered how the players could go out there every night and be the foils for the Globetrotters (how humiliating!), can you imagine the crushing defeat it would be to look at yourself in the mirror as a 40-50 year old man and know that you are employed as the coach of the Washington Generals? Certainly, life has not turned out like you had planned in high school.
On a side note - please observe that their logo (the visual representation of your team and its spirit) is a woosy white guy (possibly an accountant) being outrebounded by a lanky Globetrotter. Is that over-the-back? I doubt it and I guarantee the refs won't call it.
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