W e knew after the first game Roy’s team played that the season would be a long one. “Maybe you shouldn’t go to the next game,” I told Scott after listening to his demoralizing play-by-play from Roy’s team’s first loss. “We can split it up—I’ll go to some of Roy’s and you can come to some of Peaches’.” Things never quite worked out that way, though, and Scott was in the stands for most of Roy’s basketball games. They were—with one hard-fought exception—defeats. Six children in all might show up on a Saturday from Roy’s team to play another with twice as many players. That was the least of it, really. Inexperience and outright fear threw elbows at behavioral problems and childhood obesity for…