there's a reason gaucho players don't look at st john's anymore. you may have all that optimism, choz...but your players are apparently realists.
No doubt they wanna see results on the court, but that dont mean y'all not in wit some 09s and Ill leave it at that cause the rules.
But I ask you bre... where would the choz be witout hope? Back in the day in the early 70s, Lou D come to the South Bronx wit a vision and evrybdy think he crazy. This wuz when the SB was straight up wacked wit buildings torched, kids livin in lots and sweet mamas tearin they babies out they womb cause the dust got them. The white folk was gone and they kids start mockin the hood callin it the boogie down (hate that, yo). But the worse was when evrybdy foget about it: the city, the law, the good peeps from Chambers Street. Lawless ghost town that look like one of them WWII cities. The good ol days was the bad ol days. Tru.
So here this white Argentina brotha that wanna help the youth and he find a common ground wit ball. Now back then, ball was all bout hustlin in the hood. It was bout money and them pimps that control the courts. They was small time, no doubt, but it aint small time when they showin you they switchblade cause you take away they playaa to this new thing name after Spanish cowboys.
So Lou D begun workin even younger with the biddies. CYO was gone. PAL was down in Harlem or up near Van Cort. Boys Club wasnt even heard of. So all them biddies start comin. Now even though they young'uns 10, 11, 12. These biddies was straight up monsters. Talkin back. Cussin. Stealin. And whatnot. But Lou D and the brotha coaches that start helpin him (miss ya Charlie D!) institute tuff love like y'all neva seen. Im talkin Bobby Knight Season the Brink tuff love, yo. Some kids went back hustlin and die on the streets or live a life of wretchedness. But they was some who stuck around cause they relize this what it like when you got a father around.
So some of them playaz become stars and go off to college. Some dont cause they aint good enuf. But that dont mean they life is ova at 18. Nah, maybe they put four years in the Army. And maybe when they get home they take the 4 and the B32 to the J&J where they control the industrial washer where all them hotel sheets get clean. Then they take the bus and the train back at night to Hostos to get they associates and play a lil ball. Maybe even go on fo they four year paper and play a lil ball. And the miracle of it all... some of them come back as coaches. They aint paid or nuthin. But they remember the difference of what a life wit leadership is and what a life witout is. And the cycle begin again.
So yeah, they maybe some realists out there. And they maybe some realists witin the gauchos.
But me, Ill always believe in miracles.
-Choz4Life