Saturday, March 12, 2011


Inspired by my friend over at, I thought I would try to be more consistent about writing here.

I'm not really sure how it happened, isn't that always how the stories start? Like that whole proctologist bit from Seinfeld- it was a one and a million chance doc..

It was a one and a million chance... I ended up coaching basketball.

See the thing with Sunshine is that she does really well in smaller group situations. I remember when we took her to her first soccer practice when she was in kindergarten.. you'd have thought we hung her by her finger nails over a pit of crocodiles. Just too many kids running around.

Last summer at camp she started to play basketball and really liked it, other than gymnastics when she was younger and Tae Kwon Do now, this was the first sport she had ever show more than a passing interest in, so when the rec league sign ups opened I signed her up.

The emails kept coming, we need coaches, we need coaches.. well, I thought.. go big or go home right? Just call me coach!

I'm glad I did it, it wasn't anywhere near as difficult as a visit to a proctologist might be, I learned a lot and she had blast. It was a lot of fun to watch the girls get better, to learn new skills and to see their smiles when they made a basket or stole a ball.

Unfortunately, I can't say working with all of the parents was quite so much fun.. I'm trying really hard to leave that behind but one of their behaviors in particular was so childlike that it makes me not want to go near basketball again.

Sadly, because of her, helping next year may be as difficult as it was the first time I had to kill a spider with out screaming... the things you do for your kids!!

Bottom line, she doesn't know me all that well, I don't give up that easily.. so see ya next year!

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

That's TERRIFIC.. You come from a long line of Basketball Greats...Uncle Garrett, Uncle Tom, Uncle Jim, my mother.