backbreaker
Master Don Juan
okay, so I'm sitting here in little rock, few days to christmas, get a call from my mom, who tells me my sister has a basketball game in north little rock later that day and my sister asked if i would come see her play. I'm like okay we aren't doing anything, i've never seen her play in an actual game,actually been a while since I have seen her play, some years, what the heck it would be fun.
now, to understand, i played ball my entire childhood, junior high, high school, aau, dad is the coach, basketball family kid. My family, the dad's side breathes basketball. The type of family where you have to listen to your coach and your uncle in the crowd dad, and both were right. Anyway, so I get there, and everyone was looking at my GF and son which is another story, had to remind myself I was in the south again, at a Catholic high school gym. Anyway that's beside the point.
So they start playing. She wasn't... BAD. she has talent. She isn't clumsy (she's 10) and can shoot. But, that in all honesty is about as far as I could go. Truth be told she lost the game for the team. she had 3 points, had at least 12 shots, only hit 1 and made a free throw, she's a gunner. at least 10 turnovers, whenever someone gets in her face and plays aggressive defensive she just picks up the ball and either throws it or shots it, tale tale sign of someone who isn't' comfortable with the basketball in their hands. but if you let her spot up, you can forget it.
That wasn't even what killed me though, that i can work with her on. Her dad isn't a sports guy, and my mom is my mom, they don't know better. basketball is more than going outside and shooting 3 pointers all day long. But what kills me is that she's, out of shape more than anything, she just plump, got out hustled down the floor by her man at least 5 times, usually for layups. one time the dude shot the ball, missed the entire goal, got his own rebound and still put it back in, sister was still lopping along downcourt. But even when she was down court, they were playing a 2-3 zone, and she just would sit in the middle of the paint, and let her man get position on her, and they would either give him the ball and he would get an easy layup, or she would get boxed out and he would get the rebound. They were down 1 point going in the 4th and her man scored 8 straight points, off simply her being out of position. she doesn't put her hands up on defense, she doesn't move her feet, doesn't box out, she doesn't get in front of anyone, she just basically wants to shoot.
So they lost by 3 points. Now, I'm not an *******. I'm not going to just plump tell her, she is the reason they lost (she was), although it was ovbious to anyone who played ball, she was the soft spot in the 2-3 zone, all you had to do was sneak a guy on the baseline under the rim and it was an easy layup everytime she wasn't paying the least bit of attention. But I told her simply after the game, clear your schedule tomorrow, I'm going to make some time to take you to the gym tomorrow and show you some thins you did wrong we need to work on your defense and your ball handling. That's it.
so, i get a call from my mom, 5 mintues later asking what I told her. I told her verbatium what I said. my sister is balling crying and my mom is now yelling at me "why did you tell her that" lol, I said because it's bette rI tel her as her borther, than one of her teammates (they had 1 dude on their team, that scored literarly, 30 of the 38 points, dude ot be 10 was off the freaking chain, but at least the rest of the team hustled and played defense) get pissed and tell her that they don't want to play with her anymore or that something along those lines. nothing different than what my dad used to do with me after every game he went to, from elementary to high school, lol, my dad pulled me out the freaking hall way going to the gym before the 3rd quarter one time, i had never seen a half court trap defense before and dad was telling me to running past half court and stop running to the sidelines becuase i had like 5 turnovers in the first half. And my dad could be, not nice lol, but you know what, by the time i was a sophomore, i was pretty damn good. and the feedback eventually became suggestions. i was good enough to make varsity, and play as a sophomore, and was probably the most fundamentally sound dude on the whole team, not the most talented, we had dudes that went and played college ball, but I wasn't going to turn the ball over, i played sound defense and i could hit an open shot. I knew how to play basketball. my sister, doesn't know how to play basketball she wants to shot.
her dad after the game was like "dont' worry about it, dont' listen to him, you played good" lol, no you didn't.
My fiancee agreed, I wasn't mean, I just didn't lie, and I offered to clear my schedule and take her to the gym (Something her dad or someone should have done a long time ago, instead of just going outside and shooting jumpers all day long). Oh and of course, she didn't take me up on it, she wants sit home and play her new wii game I bought her with her friends.
I don't understand kids today. Why would you want to play basketball but not want to learn how to be better? Do you really want to be told you played good when you played like crap? And don't you want to learn how to not play like crap? And it's not talent, she's not a bad player, she just hasn't been practicing on the right things. If you gave me 1 summer with her she'd be a totally new player. I mean she doesn't have to be an all star, I wasn't, but, It would be nice to know that you aren't the reason that your team lost.
It's better than what my dad did with me lol, one day I was in 8th grade, I had turned the ball over two times in the last 3 minutes of a game, honestly just nervous, my dad told "if i hear you shoot one ball outside for the next month, you dont' have to worry about playing anymore, you need to work on your ball handling, that's no excuse for being nervous dribbling a basketball" and he was right.
anyway sorry for the rant, i just see hwo this movie is going to end and I don't like it. lacking yet not wanting to improve and getting butthurt when people point out your flaws even when they try to help you with them (She's not skinny either, something I've tired to work with her on) is not a good sign.
now, to understand, i played ball my entire childhood, junior high, high school, aau, dad is the coach, basketball family kid. My family, the dad's side breathes basketball. The type of family where you have to listen to your coach and your uncle in the crowd dad, and both were right. Anyway, so I get there, and everyone was looking at my GF and son which is another story, had to remind myself I was in the south again, at a Catholic high school gym. Anyway that's beside the point.
So they start playing. She wasn't... BAD. she has talent. She isn't clumsy (she's 10) and can shoot. But, that in all honesty is about as far as I could go. Truth be told she lost the game for the team. she had 3 points, had at least 12 shots, only hit 1 and made a free throw, she's a gunner. at least 10 turnovers, whenever someone gets in her face and plays aggressive defensive she just picks up the ball and either throws it or shots it, tale tale sign of someone who isn't' comfortable with the basketball in their hands. but if you let her spot up, you can forget it.
That wasn't even what killed me though, that i can work with her on. Her dad isn't a sports guy, and my mom is my mom, they don't know better. basketball is more than going outside and shooting 3 pointers all day long. But what kills me is that she's, out of shape more than anything, she just plump, got out hustled down the floor by her man at least 5 times, usually for layups. one time the dude shot the ball, missed the entire goal, got his own rebound and still put it back in, sister was still lopping along downcourt. But even when she was down court, they were playing a 2-3 zone, and she just would sit in the middle of the paint, and let her man get position on her, and they would either give him the ball and he would get an easy layup, or she would get boxed out and he would get the rebound. They were down 1 point going in the 4th and her man scored 8 straight points, off simply her being out of position. she doesn't put her hands up on defense, she doesn't move her feet, doesn't box out, she doesn't get in front of anyone, she just basically wants to shoot.
So they lost by 3 points. Now, I'm not an *******. I'm not going to just plump tell her, she is the reason they lost (she was), although it was ovbious to anyone who played ball, she was the soft spot in the 2-3 zone, all you had to do was sneak a guy on the baseline under the rim and it was an easy layup everytime she wasn't paying the least bit of attention. But I told her simply after the game, clear your schedule tomorrow, I'm going to make some time to take you to the gym tomorrow and show you some thins you did wrong we need to work on your defense and your ball handling. That's it.
so, i get a call from my mom, 5 mintues later asking what I told her. I told her verbatium what I said. my sister is balling crying and my mom is now yelling at me "why did you tell her that" lol, I said because it's bette rI tel her as her borther, than one of her teammates (they had 1 dude on their team, that scored literarly, 30 of the 38 points, dude ot be 10 was off the freaking chain, but at least the rest of the team hustled and played defense) get pissed and tell her that they don't want to play with her anymore or that something along those lines. nothing different than what my dad used to do with me after every game he went to, from elementary to high school, lol, my dad pulled me out the freaking hall way going to the gym before the 3rd quarter one time, i had never seen a half court trap defense before and dad was telling me to running past half court and stop running to the sidelines becuase i had like 5 turnovers in the first half. And my dad could be, not nice lol, but you know what, by the time i was a sophomore, i was pretty damn good. and the feedback eventually became suggestions. i was good enough to make varsity, and play as a sophomore, and was probably the most fundamentally sound dude on the whole team, not the most talented, we had dudes that went and played college ball, but I wasn't going to turn the ball over, i played sound defense and i could hit an open shot. I knew how to play basketball. my sister, doesn't know how to play basketball she wants to shot.
her dad after the game was like "dont' worry about it, dont' listen to him, you played good" lol, no you didn't.
My fiancee agreed, I wasn't mean, I just didn't lie, and I offered to clear my schedule and take her to the gym (Something her dad or someone should have done a long time ago, instead of just going outside and shooting jumpers all day long). Oh and of course, she didn't take me up on it, she wants sit home and play her new wii game I bought her with her friends.
I don't understand kids today. Why would you want to play basketball but not want to learn how to be better? Do you really want to be told you played good when you played like crap? And don't you want to learn how to not play like crap? And it's not talent, she's not a bad player, she just hasn't been practicing on the right things. If you gave me 1 summer with her she'd be a totally new player. I mean she doesn't have to be an all star, I wasn't, but, It would be nice to know that you aren't the reason that your team lost.
It's better than what my dad did with me lol, one day I was in 8th grade, I had turned the ball over two times in the last 3 minutes of a game, honestly just nervous, my dad told "if i hear you shoot one ball outside for the next month, you dont' have to worry about playing anymore, you need to work on your ball handling, that's no excuse for being nervous dribbling a basketball" and he was right.
anyway sorry for the rant, i just see hwo this movie is going to end and I don't like it. lacking yet not wanting to improve and getting butthurt when people point out your flaws even when they try to help you with them (She's not skinny either, something I've tired to work with her on) is not a good sign.