Letters to the Editor 02-24-14


Blame the NBA, but there are more to blame.
Blame parents — they only want their player to put up points. Ignore the other four players on the team (unless they are your best friend). If you have a player open — pass the ball! That player practices as much as you do. Quit hogging the ball! There is no “I” in team!
Blame coaches — they call the plays and when not executed to go to the player who is suppose to get the ball, the ball hog takes it and messes up the play. Why are the coaches so blind to their team ball hogs? My coach would have sat us until we realized basketball is a team sport!
I mention this now because it’s not too late for area high school players, coaches and parents to change.
The conference awards are based on politics. The real kids who deserve the honors get shafted. The players shafted are usually the ones who are well-rounded players versus your one-dimensional player, who when he gets the ball, only shoots. A black hole. Disrespectful to his teammates.
Those other players are setting picks to get that player open to shoot. It’s the defenders who steal the balls, rebound the balls, that get the balls to that player. If you want to be the MVP in the BVC, be a ball hog, play no defense, ignore your coach and other players on the floor. You’re a shoo-in!
Great teams, like Liberty-Benton and Old Fort, have several great players with one or two ball hogs. Great players, but because two or one players refuse to pass the ball to other open players, they will find their demise early in the tournament.
Successful teams, like Ottawa-Glandorf and Van Wert, play good fundamental team basketball. They may not win the whole thing but will go further playing as a team without the ball hogs.
Remember the Titans — you don’t have to like one another, but you will respect one another and play as a team!
LB and OF, tell your ball hogs, this is a team! Play as one! Or you will be sorry 20 years from now.
Mike Wisner

Prior to Saturday’s University of Findlay’s men’s basketball game a father and daughter sang our National Anthem. It was beautiful!
And by the way, the game was OK, too.
Earl Campbell


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