To me, old school means substance over style. I don't mind a little style thrown in as long as the substance was there first and foremost. Boys I coached last year were not very good, to be charitable. Our 4X100 team was slowest in the league. One day, one of them asked me if they could have a pink baton! I caught myself before I told them they probably deserved one. Instead, I told them they were going to have to get a helluva lot faster before making any sort of spectacle of themselves. They didn't.
