I played on a baseketball team on the bad side of a
198-34 whipping by W.O Boston. We were already a bad team, but several of our starters were booted for the game for drinking. Then, our only remaining senior refused to play. W.O. Boston's coach was known for running up huge scores.
At halftime, we were down 98-4. I was scoreless in the first half. My dad, who never before nor ever again interferred with our coaches or with me during a game, came down from the stands and told me if I didn't play with all I had, I would be walking home. That was 60 miles through a marsh.
We got the hell beat out of us, but I did get 24 points in the second half. I was completely drained of all energy. However, I did contest several shots by David Lawrence and Mayo with time running out, that had one of them gone in, would have given them 200. Lawrence was 6-10.
Small victory, but I will tell you that I grew up some that day. The rest of the story is that Marion, who was second place in our district that year ended up beating W.O. Boston in the state finals that year. W.O. Boston refused to accept their second place trophy.
I guess what I'm getting at with this long story is that I think you can learn a lot in an ass whipping. Don't sit back and take it. Play the game and fight like hell.