Yesterday’s adventures lead my daughter, nephew and I to Largo, Maryland at the Border’s located in the CAP CENTRE BLVD to meet Russell Simmons.
Today’s adventures took us to my alma mater and my nephew’s high school, Wakefield in Arlington, Virginia. He plays for their freshman basketball team. In the past log about my nephew’s games, I was downright angry at the way that my nephew was being treated by his teammates and the coach.
I couldn’t stay quiet so I became one of those yelling sideline-parent-coaches and you know what happened? His game turned on.
This game my baby hit two 3-pointers, Swish! He was to for two. He had aroind 12 points and my god let’s not get on his pretty assists. He had three assists, but one of them were so pretty I have to share.
His team, the Warriors, stole the ball and they were ona break away down court. My nephew passed it, the teammate passed it back, and one last time he passed it back to the teammate for the assist and the two points.
In the last post I seemed downright aggressive. I know, I was, I agree. I told the coach, don’t take him out the game if he mess up. Let him “get loose”. My baby got loose alright.
I waited for him to get that happy feeling in the game. He had rebounds, and stole the ball several times. His defense is vicious but I was waiting for his confidence to kick in. After that last three-pointer went off of his finger tips it was like a slow motion- last minute, game-buzzer shot, but it wasn’t. It was slow and pretty, not his shot; time.
He turned around and for the first time he screamed with great emotion, grabbing the sides of his Jersey pants “Yes, Yes.” I got up and screamed with him, “Now that’s what I’m talkin’ bout- that’s my baby.”
If his reaction wasn’t enough, there nothing more fulfilling then him coming down the court making eye contact with me and winking his eye.
That other kid that has no handles and runs down the court like he’s gonna trip over himself, he was benched. He only played 9 minutes and the other players all had better games. They won by like 40 points and the 8th man was hittin’ jumpers, “Swish, swish.” I love that sound as much as I love chocolate.
Coach finally praised my nephew on his game. Auntie is always right! I told him to go get the ball, don’t wait for it to come to you. I told him to command his presence on the floor. I advised him that his teammates can’t deny him the ball if he steals it from the opponents. I encouraged him to be humble and never be selfish. And, to stay between the man you’re guarding not the basket.
I told him that if he got loose everyone that was talking negatively about him would shut-up, not because they want to but because he’d shut them up with his game.
Ahhhh, the sweet joys of watching your nephew get loose. Aint nothin’ like it, aint nothin’ like it.