Depending on who you talk to, or what day of the week it is, I’m either the head coach of a fifth grade girls’ basketball team or the assistant coach of that same fifth grade team. I have the chance, this year, unexpectedly, to coach Recreational Basketball [Rec Ball] at this level. It’s… intense. My life before Rec Ball was, in hindsight, simple, quiet, normal, borderline unimportant. Now? Well, let me explain…
Emails. If one believes being added as a recipient to any email list denotes prestige or purpose, then I have newly found purpose and loads of prestige. On a nearly daily basis I now receive emails related to all forms of Rec League management, scheduling, addendums, procedures, and the like. As my life used to simply roll along with no knowledge of such intricacies, it now has intimate knowledge of gym availability, talent show conflicts, and jersey distribution snafus. While I used to walk through my day job making idle chitchat and giving the stock-standard ‘good’ or ‘not bad’ response to the ‘how’s it going?’ question, I now answer such a simple question with panicked tones of, ‘my day?!? How’s it going?!? Mt. Lebanon Physical Plant has a ventilator issue in the rooftop HVAC unit at Hoover and the 4th grade practice scheduled for 6:00 has to be moved to Howe which is ALREADY dealing with a parking lot overflow issue due to parent-teacher conferences! How do you think my day is going?!? How do you think…. it’s going?!?”. Emails have done this; they’re to blame.
Team Name. On a team of nine [which is the perfect number for a basketball team- easily divisible by two] trying to select, offer, and/or vote upon a team name proved challenging. When my wife and I decided upon names for each of our three children, a decision that would linger with them their entire lifetime, I don’t know that I had nearly the level of stress and anxiety as managing the process of offering, voting, and selecting a team name. The team name, which is never listed on a scheduled, rarely chanted by the parents in the stands, and remains with the team for only the six or so weeks of the season, had more emotional fallout than Prom. Girls who suggested a name that was eventually selected, they beamed with confidence and appreciation. Girls who offered a name that was turned down, they became disillusioned with the democratic stylings and likely will never vote when older.
Position. Each girl wants to play 1. Point Guard. They want to bring the ball up, call the play, dribble more. If you didn’t know better, and I didn’t, you’d think the other four positions were of total unimportance to the offensive strategies of a team.
Plays. Dreaming up and designing plays for a 5th grade basketball team is fun; in the theory of it, it’s fun. The idea that you’ve designed a play that will manage movement, distribute the ball purposefully, create space… it’s wonderful; that’s in theory. In execution? Let me explain the offensive play: “1”. The point guard calls ‘1!’. The 2 comes and sets a pick allowing the 1 to dribble right. Timing the pick and movement perfectly, the 4 then crosses the lane to set a pick for 5 who, waiting patiently for the ensuing pick, then comes across the lane towards the ball-side and receive a pass, either chest or bounce, from the 1. All the while, the 3 remains distanced in an effort to create space for the play to run… eventually coming to the foul line– only after 5 receives the pass–in an effort to provide an outlet or pursue a rebound. That’s the theory. In reality, the point guard might as well yell ‘Fire!’ as they come across the line, sending all players, and some spectators, into a frenzied rush colliding with others around them in a desperate search for safety. It’s, um, not the same as you see it in your mind.
I could go on, trust me. Substitutions based on height, oversized jerseys that fit like trash bags, 8:10 pm practices that feel like… wait for it… herding cats. I could go on. But you know what… I really like it. I do. I don’t know the names of other coaches like other coaches do. I don’t know which team has that girl who “should be playing travel”, and I don’t know the score, ever, of the games that we play since the scoreboard never operates [and I’m too busy trying to make sure everyone gets a chance to play 1]. I never thought this would be my life and, depending on the day or who you ask, my coaching title varies. Still, I love it.