Clinton, South Carolina, Thursday, February 18, 2016, 9:55 a.m.
When all the laughter died in sorrow …
It’s the name of a book I read when I was in school. I read a lot then. Still do. The title stuck with me and emerges when the agony of defeat supersedes the thrill of victory.
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Gaffney (13-11) won the first-round 4A playoff game in Laurens, 79-57, and according to M*A*S*H, suicide is supposed to be painless. It’s true that the Raiders were marvelously self-destructive.
The pain, stretched beyond the immediate, is also about the stern test that will be rebuilding a team that is losing an All-State choice, Ladarius Williams, and three who made All-Region I-4A (Williams, Ty Madden and Toby Jackson). Seniors scored 56 of Laurens’ 57 points Wednesday night.
As head coach Ben Sinclair said afterward, “It’s frustrating we couldn’t get the job done. The guys had a good season. They worked hard this year, but the unfortunate thing about our sport is that you get sized up by how you play in the tournament.”
It’s perfectly natural for fans who have not gone out on the floor and practiced every day, and who have not spent long hours watching video and sizing up the opposition, to be unable to understand what was going on. The players knew how important the game was. They knew, almost all of them, that their high school careers could end suddenly and undoubtedly would end soon.
How did it happen? How did Gaffney, with only four seniors on the team, manage to upend the bigger and heretofore more successful Raiders?
It happens, and when it happens, it’s not from lack of effort. Last night, for instance, my eye zeroed in on another senior, E’Nicholas Leake, streaking around the floor, perhaps with more urgency than plan, but surely with superb effort.
He cared. They all cared. For whatever reason, they couldn’t do anything about it. They had fits and starts, but the engine never ran smoothly for long.
Many years ago, when I was more intimately involved in contests of athletic teamwork, the best I could figure was that a kid tells himself he’d better be ready, and for some incredible reason that only shows up in the young … himself just doesn’t buy it. This theory of mine was itself cooked up in adolescence, so it obviously bears little validity, but more than 40 years have passed, and through thousands of ballgames and hundreds of stock car races, I haven’t been able to improve upon it.
Fortunately, it’s why they play the games.
Here’s what I wrote at GoLaurens.com: http://www.golaurens.com/sports/item/22972
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