it’s a girl thing threePosted: December 5, 2012 | |
When the horn blared the end of the game she hadn’t played a minute, not a single second. Holding hands we left the gym, her eleven year old head was down as we passed the coach on our way out. “I didn’t get to play,” she softly said, afraid someone would hear her.
“Don’t worry honey, I’m sure the coach just got excited and lost track.” She didn’t answer just nodded as we continued down the dark quiet hall.
“Want to know what I think?” Again the silent nod, her french braid bobbing up and down. “I think practice is your games. You need to try as hard at practice as you do in the games. Do every drill as hard as possible, fight for every rebound. Play fierce defense. Every coach can find minutes for a girl who hustles on defense. Improve so that the coach wants you on the court.”
As we were driving home, she asked me if I would help her.
“Sure, we can play one on one when I get home from work each night.”
After that, every night I came home from work, she would waiting, her long blonde hair in pigtails, a pony tail or French braids bouncing about as she dribbled waiting to play.
Some things can’t be bought, they can only be earned.