it’s a girl thing – fourPosted: December 5, 2012
More girl’s basketball adventures….
It became our ritual. Winter or summer following dinner we’d dry the dishes and head out to the hoop.
That first night I pushed or bumped her every time she shot. The first rebound, I boxed her out and forced her three steps back. She stood arms akimbo, shocked expression exclaiming, “Da-ad?”
“Webbs gotta be tough”, and we played the next point.
I massacred my sweet timid child night after night. But we worked on things, how you need three moves, and everything starts with an explosive first step, and if you step with your inside leg hard, you seal off your defender. And then one night I reached lazily for a loose ball and a little blonde rocket blasted past me and popped the ball through the hole. The next rebound “Ummmph” somebody boxed me out and knocked me three steps back. I stood, arms akimbo looking incredulously at my sweet daughter. She looked up at me, nervous and questioningly, “Webbs gotta be tough?”
Proud laughter was my answer. Her game blossomed in front of me and around me. The hoop’s chain net sang ( our nylon net always ended up in bird nests ) as jumpers rained home and that Chizzzzingggg remains a joyful sound to me.