Last week Nathan’s Upward basketball coach sent Lea and me email with the subject Special Request. Something about snacks, or time change, or something, I figure. Nope. It’s “hey Bo, I have personal business this weekend. Can you coach the boys in their game that day?”
Of course, I told him I’d be happy to.
And Lea—my partner in life, my rock, my unyielding support—said, “Do you know enough about basketball to do that?”
In fact, were they playing a full-up version of the game—positions, shifting defensive schemes, and such—then no, I would not have been comfortable accepting the responsibility, and would have said so. However, I’m confident I’ll do fine with the Upward rules.
We’re headed to practice in a little while. Mostly I want to talk to Nathan’s coach about what he usually says to the boys at halftime. I mean, you know, I know he doesn’t throw things and scream “can’t anybody here play this damned game?” I do want to preserve continuity as best I can, though.
Also, for that day I’m changing the team name from Leopards to Ministers of Pain, and telling the boys that if they think they can slide an elbow to an opponent’s jaw by the refs, then go ahead and take the shot.
(No, of course I’m not.)
I’m looking forward to it.