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Two basketball coaches from Tishomingo High School in Oklahoma find themselves out of a job after they borrowed the team bus to find some beer among the boozeless wasteland of Connors State College, an Oklahoma junior college with an endowment smaller than a fry cook’s 401k that doesn’t allow alcohol on its premises.
The coaches, who were at Connors State with their students for a three-day basketball camp, found themselves marooned once they arrived with only a school bus offering escape from a crushing state of dorm-bound sobriety. After directing the kiddos to stay in their rooms for what I assume was somewhere between a half hour and most of the night, both hoops coaches hopped aboard the team bus and hit up a local convenience store to procure some sweet, sweet, canned relief.
Their brew fix was short lived, as the school board canned their asses as soon as they found out (the convenience store clerk, who apparently is a meganarc, alerted Connors State that a couple dudes in a school bus showed up to buy alcohol).
Once Tishomingo school officials were notified the coaches were immediately fired.
“We were pretty upset because we paid money out of pocket to go that camp, because we had to stay for three nights and we had to end up leaving on the second day,” Miller said.
“Them being with students, having a school bus to drive around in to purchase it, is just wrong…it’s really wrong,” a resident said.
What the hell’s everyone’s problem with a couple adults having a beer or seven after the students have gone to bed? Dry campus my ass. These guys were voluntarily burning a couple summer days to hang out at a junior college and (hopefully) teach kids that the only correct way to play basketball is to pull up and shoot a three every single time. Why weren’t they given a 30 rack by the school board for their troubles? It’s not like they took the bus on a joyride to get some Jack In The Box like our boy My Nguyen (still sounds like a Willa Cather novel) did last summer.
Nevertheless, I hope these two warm-blooded high school coaches land somewhere that’ll give them a chance to mentor young basketball minds and bathe in the sweet nectar of victory. That means you can take the Commonwealth of Pennyslvania out of the running for their next move; our convenience stores still aren’t allowed to sell alcohol since we’re clinging to some socialist semi-prohibition policy (seriously, check out how bizarre the laws are).
Let the boys play, Tishomingo..
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