When I was a kid I played soccer. Every Sunday from September to June was spent at the Sherman Road soccer fields or random fields in the next city playing other teams with names like the Gordon Head Tom’s House of Pizza, Langford Rovers, Esquimalt Rangers, Saanich Hotspurs, …
I was on the Loyal Order of the Moose team myself; before that I was a Sons of Norway player. I still consider myself a “Moose” though.
Some players on the team changed from year to year, but the core 8 or 9 players were the same over the 10 years I played.
We were mediocre for the first few years, but after that we usually did pretty well.
When I was 12 years old, 3 or 4 players from our team were invited to join a new “A” team.
We chose to stay with our team.
… and every year after that we were invited to join this supposed “A” team.
… and every year none of us joined the supposed “A” team.
… and every year our team beat the crap out of this supposed “A” team when we played them.
I guess we were more interested in “team sports” than being just a “sports team”.
note: there is no “I” in “team“, but there are 3 in “individual sports” … rather a lot really.
double note: professional sports are a business: I guess that’s what happens when adults are involved.