Hoops, and a Realization

I found myself keeping score for the City of Idaho Falls Parks and Recreation 4th grade basketball league last week. After my excessively short fourth grade self similarly running up and down the court paid my memory a visit, I found my mind completely occupied with how unbelievable weasel-like the young high school kids refereeing the games were

I'm still having trouble deciding if I'm too young to lament away about how disrespectful and unmotivated the rising generations of youngsters are, or too close to a young age myself to wish that they'd quite typing away on their phone machines and playing on their FaceTube pages on the World Wide Interweb and sit down and read a book for a change. But that's what I found myself doing as I kept track of the points and fouls of the little players while these kids half-heartedly trotted up and down the court and muttered calls half the times they were supposed to. And it was raising my stress level.

Should I tell them to quite being lazy and work hard? Should I notify their supervisor of their negligence and poor attitude? Should I chide them for swearing and gulping down fattening fast food when they should be helping the young kids play a safe, clean game?

That's when I had a revelation. It simply wasn't my problem. My problem was making sure I stopped the clock when I was supposed to and correctly tally up the kids' foul shots. The young teenagers were to do what they were going to do, and I did not need to waste any worry on them. So I kept to my task and enjoyed the games as I more clearly realized my role.