i know, that for all intents and purposes and by any standard, i am nothing but a rookie coach. Heck i’ll be the first to admit that the only weapons i have in my coaching bag of tricks are my years of playing basketball, a good basketball IQ, and 5 years of studying coaching under Coach Eric Taylor, who is not even a real live person but a product of Peter Berg’s imagination brought to life on the boob tube.
Most of the time i second guess myself, and agonize into the wee hours unable to sleep thinking of player strengths and weaknesses, how to improve, how to compensate. how to motivate, tweaking offensive plays, how to get them to play hard nosed defense. Most of the time however, i would usually end up making sure they get to bed early and are not on facebook at 3am on game day or practice days.
though apparently, that last part has not been happening anymore.
Last Saturday, my injury plagued bunch of warriors found themselves sharing the leaderboard with a 2=0 win loss slate following a masterful win over Blackstar Mersh, a perennially good basketball program to the score of 57-28. Apparently, suffering a first game loss in the cup games seems to have awoken this team now that we are in the league games, and i could not be more pleased.
I’ve never been a believer of the superstar theory, that it takes one great player and a supporting cast to win games. Teamwork wins games, defense wins championships no one man is better than a team, so check your ego at the door. that’s what i always believed, that’s what i’ve been preaching to them since the beginning of training camp, and that was what was on display Saturday night.
My back court had a combined total of 28 points, most of them off of steals and forced turnovers by a box and one press that left the opposing coach screaming at his backcourt while my bigs had a combined 28 points and 21 blocked shots. 21??? yes, and 15 of those blocked shots belonged to only one person.did i mention we played lockdown D?
going into the locker room i was prepared to temper their whoops of celebration with other statistics, our own turnovers on offense, how we allowed our opponents to grab offensive rebounds, how we didn’t hustle enough for loose balls, how my bigs had a lot of missed layups and putbacks basically, to tell them not to celebrate just yet because i was not satisfied with their performance. To my surprise, no one was shouting, no one was patting themselves on the back. everyone of them were crowding around a teammate bleeding nonstop into wads of tissue paper after getting a wayward elbow to the nose with a minute left in the game. yep… teamwork, brothers in arms.
bloody ben ferring
As i was getting ready for bed, a message popped up for me on facebook. “hey coach, NOW WE’RE PLAYING BASKETBALL!” I checked the time, it was 3am… i’m saving my speech for practice. for now, i’m gonna let them savor this win, they deserve it. “Make no mistake though “i replied, “you guys have not even began to scratch the surface of your potential.”
“so we’ll see you in practice coach.”
yeah.. that’s what i’m talking about.