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"Some of you reading this may not remember the time when we could not homeschool..."
Nevertheless, families would still get together and go on field trips, participate in chess or robotics clubs; one mom would teach an art class, another would teach math. We started meeting and interacting with other families “like us.”
Times got better and homeschooling didn’t need to be so hush hush anymore. There were homeschool days at skate arenas; play days at parks. We got to homeschool out loud, finally. A family that had some girls got other girls together and the dad started teaching basketball. Soon, there were a group of boys doing the same thing.
Word got out that there was a National Homeschool Basketball Tournament in Oklahoma City and these families loaded up their station wagons and mini vans and headed to Oklahoma.
Of course, the reason we won is because we spent all our time practicing or we were playing ineligible players - at least that was the accusation. Someone from the other team would ask a player, “What grade are you in?” And you’d see a look of bewilderment on their face when the student would matter-of-factly answer, “That depends on the subject.”
After a few years, we reached out to other homeschool sports programs in the area and ask them to join up with us. There was a reluctance for some and one reason was that they had established their own team identities and didn’t want to just be adopted as Warriors and forsake their names.
There have been winning seasons and championships; losing seasons and heartbreaks. The wins and celebrations are remembered a lifetime; the losses fade by the time you get to the restaurant afterwards. At this point in this article, one could be tempted to say: And the rest is history. But, I’d rather say the rest is the future.
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