What Happens Next...

It's the quarter-final game and I'm playing on the BIG court. Every step I take is painful. I have Osgood Schlatters and the pain is radiating up to my knee like a bolt of lightening. I block it out because we are up 1 possession and with only 45 seconds remaining in the game. I don't want to let my team down...and there is a sea of collegiate scouts I need to impress.

Coach calls a timeout and draws up an offensive set on the white board. Of course, he puts me at a different position, “Alex, you have a mismatch. So after you inbound the ball, you’ll start at the high wing and wait for flex cut from Marelle after you set a pic for Sarah. You understand?” I’m tongue tied. I’m thinking, “Yes, I got about 45% of what you said”. Before I know it, the referee blows his whistle. It's game time..

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Always be a good sport...

It's my first day at conditioning training. Coach sets the tone by ordering everyone to run a "suicide". A "Suicide" is a conditioning drill: you start at the baseline, run to the first free throw line, tap the line with your hand and run back to the baseline. Then run to the half court line. Tap and return to the baseline. Next run to the far free throw line. Tap and return to the baseline. Finally, run to the far baseline. Tap and return to the starting baseline. 

“Go!” Coach orders. We sprint a "suicide". “Go!”. Sprint. “Go!”. Sprint. “Go!”. Sprint. “Go!”. Sprint.

 “Coach...I need to go to the bathroom”. I meekly look down at the ground, hoping he will oblige me. Honestly, I don't need to use the toilet.  I’m undoubtedly embarrassing myself, but it’s worth it! Anything to stop this incessant running..


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