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8<br />
A Coach Inspired<br />
by David Gilmore<br />
THE WING MAN<br />
When I imagined myself as a basketball<br />
coach, I always assumed I’d be<br />
dishing out nuggets of world-weary<br />
wisdom, wearing a blazer, being<br />
hoisted up by my players, and graciously<br />
shaking hands with the other<br />
coach as I confidently strode off the<br />
court (which, of course would be<br />
named after me).<br />
This all changed the minute I<br />
actually became a basketball coach,<br />
just one of my responsibilities as a<br />
Sports4Kids’ Site Coordinator in<br />
Baltimore, Maryland.<br />
My squad was supposed to be made<br />
up of twelve Brehms Lane Beavers<br />
pulled from the ranks of the fourth<br />
and fifth grade girls. I had no idea<br />
what I was working with. I hadn’t<br />
seen a single kid at the school shoot<br />
a basketball, and they, as most<br />
pre-adolescent girls are, were more<br />
concerned with gossip and glitter<br />
than my ill-conceived plans of<br />
running Syracuse’s 2-3 Pressure zone.<br />
Still, I managed to get thirteen girls<br />
to sign on the dotted line.<br />
FULL COURT PRESS<br />
So we met for our first practice. They<br />
were green, oh yes, but they were<br />
enthusiastic. And they loved to<br />
bounce the ball. Loved it. Bounce<br />
the ball when Coach David is talking,<br />
bounce the ball when we’re<br />
walking through the halls, bounce<br />
the ball when Coach David wants it<br />
put away, bounce the ball when we’re<br />
waiting to be picked up, bounce the<br />
ball in the car, bounce the ball on<br />
the bench.<br />
There was only one problem: I had<br />
nowhere for them to bounce the ball.<br />
Our practice area consisted of a 12 X<br />
20 patch of concrete on the outdoor<br />
playground that rested in front of a<br />
set of monkey bars, serving as a<br />
makeshift goal. We might as well<br />
have been throwing the ball up in<br />
the air and saying “well, I think that<br />
would’ve gone in.” My troops’ spirit<br />
was not broken though, despite the<br />
icy winds of a Baltimore February.<br />
When the elements became too<br />
unbearable, we had to go inside.<br />
With the gym occupied, my creative<br />
improvisation as a Sports4Kids coach<br />
(a vital asset to the job, if you ask<br />
me) was put to the test. Before long,<br />
we were dribbling an obstacle course<br />
through the halls of the (mostly)<br />
vacant school, passing through hula<br />
hoops, defensively sliding between<br />
rows of lockers and having our team<br />
meetings in the teachers’ cafeteria<br />
(shhh). Mr. Eckles, who wasn’t even<br />
a teacher of any of the girls, joined<br />
us, lending a similar passion for the<br />
game to the mix. By the time our first<br />
game rolled around, Mrs. Perzinski,<br />
several of the girls’ fourth grade<br />
teacher, offered to drive. Perhaps, I<br />
thought, this will actually happen.<br />
I was worried about so many<br />
things. I worried that we wouldn’t<br />
have enough players, that the girls<br />
wouldn’t have a ride to the game,<br />
that I would forget to put someone in<br />
the game, that the other team would<br />
rout us (despite the fact that no score<br />
was kept), that Brehms Lane would<br />
decide it wasn’t safe to travel, that<br />
one of my girls would bite the referee<br />
if he made an unfair call, etc.