Not what I have seen. Attended junior high basketball games and have never seen a participation trophy. Friend is a coach of baseball and basketball. He hasn't seen one either. That is in Dayton Ohio area.
Back in the good ole days, I received a high school athletic letter from Bosse in Evansville. Was in the Audio Visual club. Worked for most home football and track games and pep assemblies. The symbol in the middle of the letter was a microphone...kind of looked like a corn cob. Maybe it was..heh. Is that a participation trophy?
I can be fastidiously facetious at odd times and way. When I was playing Little League baseball, at the end of the season bear with me, each member of our team was surprised in receiving a 4” plastic trophy proclaiming the Indians “Second-half of the Season” Little League Champions. Unbeknownst to everyone but the coaches, we had the best overall record for a
portion of the season we never realized when it was halfway over anyway, with nary Hey, You!” or nary “Who?” Virtually everyone associated with Fall Creek LL, including their hang-er-on-ers, knew the Reds were clearly season champs, for they were the team with the only coach who yelled at the kids when they screwed up. Most coaches of all, drew the line at guffaw. You see, for the Reds...god, it hurts, for them, they were a very serious team, one of little laughter seen for kids at such game. It was not one of just serious game, but one with equal-serious talent, talent that we say “Got Game” today. Little did I know way back in time, this time in 1962, it would be the only trophy I received in life (I assume, sitting here from the friendly confines of my fat ass 58 years later).
This is where the real sadness starts with a new paragraph. I lost it in my 1996 apartment fire. The trophy, albeit only second half (not physically, just of the total season that really counts) was lost, permanently, between wives #’s 1 and 2 (now on #3, for those who enjoy counting numbers of the “matrimonially recycled”, I believe is the correct usage today. That accounts for the midlife crises...excuse me, the midlife WIFE, divorced, as reason for the midlife apartment of more modest means appearance. Anyway, to make a human (non)interest story shorter in a bit longer, Snowflakes today need to know that life, like crystallized water vapor, is fleeting and it’s really not about trophies received, but trophies
given. The most cherished trophy is the first one, especially when it’s the only one.
This is a true story continued from above, the part to become the whole or I’ll half you, not-I’m Facebook friends with the coach’s son, only because we were teammates in LL ( it doesn’t take much when you’re trying to impress your true friends with how many FB “friends“ one has-somehow anybody who then makes everybody, has somehow managed to garner enough acceptance in today’s all-about-we world of make believe.) and just to reunite long enough to drop him a private message to let him know how much I appreciated all the hours his dad and Mr Faulk (his assistant or co-coach...it was always kind of warm and fuzzy and they didn’t seem to want to talk about it much) put in with us kids and of course, his subsequent bestowment of my lonely/only trophy in life, but a trophy none the less of any other fruitless consequences. This is where the private message stopped.
I never told him several of my teammates came up to me later that summer to say they thought I should have made the All-Star Team instead of the coach’s chosen son, the appointed one. I was okay with it. I knew how it worked and little did they know that I had always hoped I wouldn’t make the All-Star team because my family was scheduled for vacation during the “Really Big Game” and I was about to miss it (most would say, NOT about to miss it). I cared more about the beaches of the Outer Banks than I did any further crack at honored stardom-I HAD my trophy and I was moving on! Then I lost it, (up in smoke for those of shortened recall not previously identified as such) like I said they’d always say, not just any day, but this game day, the same day you’ve just been played.
“Go Hoosiers!” We don’t just wanna bowl, we wanna WIN!