In the fall of 1978, in a small town in Iowa, a small, but tight group of 10 year old boys were thrust together to play in the local YMCA’s youth basketball league. They were named the “Bulls”, and, like their namesake, they just weren’t very good. They were all slow, not very good shooters, and, with the exception of their center, short. But they had something the other teams did not. Heart.
They struggled through the season, having fun, and pratically defining the term “gritty”. When they lost, it was expected. But when they won, their smiles could light up the darkest room. After the regular season, they were at the bottom of the league, but, without exception, they had the most fun. Back then, every team made the playoffs, and the ragtag Bulls, being the worst team in the league were slotted to play the best: powerhouse Knicks team. That team, probably by design, had the tallest, most talented kids on the team. The kids who would go on to play high school and college ball. The kids whose parents bought them brand new Nikes and basektballs. The kids who were going somewhere. They played their top five for almost the entire game, every game. Meanwhile the Bulls were in their Keds and using a half-inflated ball, made slick from overuse, and overlooked in their awkwardness. Everyone on the team played, and they all had fun.
Well, that Saturday morning started with the usual pep talk by their coach: “Go out there and have fun.” So the Bulls took to the court, and lined up for tipoff. The Knicks had the talent. They had the skills. They had the height and the speed and the shoes.
But the Bulls had the one thing the Knicks didn’t. Hope. Each and every player on the Bulls dreamed of capturing lightning in a bottle and beating the Knicks. Their ten-year old bodies were primed with Hope and hustle. As the starting five took their positions on the court, the other Bulls cheered them on and shouted encouragement. The referee was confused. How could this ragtag group of misfits expect to beat the best team in the city? But the Bulls had hope.
As the ball flew from the referee’s hands and the game started, each and every player on the Bulls knew they had a chance. They had a chance to beat the best.
They lost. 58 to 10.
Save yourselves the hassle, and just give up know. Your hopes, your plans, your dreams will be crushed by the reality that is Hamlet. Sometimes, it is actually better to not even try…