We were there last night as the guys from The Ticket played a basketball game against the Lake Highlands Thunder, a girls team made up of mostly LH high school players.

It all started after that 100-0 game between private schools a couple months ago. The Hardline guys started talking about whether they could beat the winning team from that game ... and it eventually turned into last night's event.

We'll have the story tonight at 6 or 10... should be entertaining. Lake Highlands won 61-44, after trailing 21-14 at halftime (I'll do the math: LH outscored the Ticket 47-23 in the 2nd half).

It was an interseting experiment: can a bunch of grown men beat high school girls in a sporting event. Several of us guys have had a variance of the same conversation: Let's say you're 35 years old and played on a state-ranked high school team - could you and your high school teammates beat a college women's team, like Tennessee or UConn? Could 2A champions Ponder defeat UConn this year? When I was in college, at a small division III school, a few guys from our fraternity would play the women's team during the spring. They were nationally ranked every year, and we had no problem with them. Of course, we were all between 19-23 years old; things would have been a lot different had we been 10-15 years older. But it's a fun discussion (at least for men); when are the skill levels of men and women - boys and girls - equal? When the boy is a high school freshman and the girl a college freshman? Who knows, but last night gave us a little evidence in that whole conversation.

Unfortunately for team Ticket, they were just too old and too slow (and too tired) to stay with the LH girls.

2 Comments

Spharticus said:

Grubes is my leader

March 26, 2009 12:06 PM

steenaman said:

Sounds like you may have gone to SFA. In the Spring, we'd all gather at the gym and eventually 5-6 of the SFA Lady Hoopsters would show up and get in a pickup game with the boys. They were ranked, not terribly high but Top 25, and it posed interesting scenarios but one thing was certain ... every little thing was called a foul (on us) and they never committed any kind of violation. Then it all came crashing down, literally ... one of their Point Guards went up for a rebound and came down on the side of my foot, tearing her knee up pretty good. Of course, sarcasm to follow, I fouled her just because and we never saw them in the gym again.

Go LH ... Wildcat forever!

March 26, 2009 6:40 PM

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