Now, Squaw, that's just a down right hateful thing to say.
When we were starting to open the school, we had no senior class, half a junior class, and everbody wuz transfers. We didn't even know who would transfer back up to the mountain and who would stay private. As I recall at the time, everybody praised us for a smart decision to play JV for one year, since we were building a program from scratch. As it turned out, we had a darned good group of guys, even though most were freshmen and sophomores. Once they're in the JV class, whatcha gonna tell em to do, Don't Play Hard?
These guys grew as a team, and in their first year of varsity ball, threw away a heartbreaker to Cascade in the second round of the playoffs. That was our first senior class, and still only half a class.
The second year, when the initial guys were now juniors and seniors ... well, you know what happened.
Now that's a pretty good story, you gotta admit. And...true, too.
How 'bout somebody cut us a little slack every once in awhile?