We're banged up. We've had injuries in the past, but the kids have been able to suck (it) up, or they haven't been major injuries and the kids have been able to play.
We're banged up after the individual state tournament.. But these kids have been resilient all year long and we've battled through a lot this season.
We're back on the prowl looking for space. We had kids coming in from Highland, Griffith and other areas in the region. I've already had parents call to see what they can and I think we'll be having a meeting soon to weigh our options.
We're back in Central Mass. and it feels really good. I know both the coaches and the kids are excited.
We're a young team. We've got some good kids here. We'll be back.
The voice belonged to Mr. Pzyrbovich, an algebra teacher who was always called Mr. P, for obvious reasons. He has a heavy accent, which a lot of kids said made him hard to understand, although to be fair some of these kids would have never understood algebra anyway.
We kids feared many things in those days - werewolves, dentists, North Koreans, Sunday School - but they all paled in comparison with Brussels sprouts.
Until I became a parent, I thought children just naturally knew how to catch a ball, that catching was an instinctive biological reflex that all children are born with, like knowing how to operate a remote control or getting high fevers in distant airports.
It's a real smug self-righteous punk kid saying nobody has the right to tell him what to do and how dare you put a sign up saying that I can't go on your property?
I always wanted to write when I was a kid; it just never occurred to me that you could have a job that didn't involve any actual work.... I felt it would be fun to have a job like that where you could make stuff up and be irresponsible and get paid for it.