A wittle story about JV (and worse) ball:
My son barely made the HS FRESHMAN volleyball team and I strongly suspect it was only because he was one of the taller kids. He played JV as a soph and finally got to play with the "real" players his last two years. He is currently a senior at Rutgers and the V-Ball team sucks this year, his final year of playing, but they have been decent in his previous three years. I picked him up last night at LAX and we talked about how lucky he has been to get the opportunity to play a college sport, some of the great experiences he has had. Last year he finished the season #1 in the nation in service aces per game and is currently leading the nation. My point? I just wanted to tell the world how great my kid is. That is important to me. Or ... My kid learned a lot playing freshman and JV ball. He wasn't good enough to play varsity during those 2 years. But those 2 years enabled him to get to the point where he could play HS varsity and D1 college ball. I guess in retrospect he should have just said F it to anything less than the glorious HS varsity team and just quit the sport. What a loser. Oh well. We're going to see him play on senior night and I'm rather intent on bringing back one of his jerseys. It will be framed and hung somewhere in the house, the only sports related item displayed in our house to date. If it wasn't for my wife my kid's futures would be bleak indeed. You see, I'm a loser too.
John (Ex-Freshman team Dad)