Last night was our first night of games for Jordan’s summer league volleyball team.
This team consists of girls who will hopefully be making the High School freshman team.
It’s a competitive league, and more importantly it’s a scouting opportunity for area coaches.
It didn’t start out so well.
Out of the 11 girls we have on the roster, 3 were away at camp, one has a severely sprained ankle and Jordie…shocking as this is…is hurt again. (Shoulder injury this time!)
That left us with just 6 players and no subs.
Worse yet…we had no Coach; she’s in Hawaii.
Being the most experienced parent on the team, yours truly did the honors.
It started off horribly; we were down 7-0.
After a bit of a rally the opposing team called a timeout, clearly trying to screw up our momentum.
The girls, (my girls) all ran off the court and circled around me.
“Holy Crap” I thought, this is when I’m supposed to have something really inspiring to tell them.
I had nothing.
Quickly I scanned all the other courts and checked out those girls.
And then it came to me.
“You girls are the best looking girls here, our uniforms rock. We get Best Dressed!”
They started screaming and pumping their fists into the air.
We all gathered our hands up over our head and on the count of 3 yelled “weSpike”, our team name.
They took to the court where for the next 15 minutes they schooled that other team, winning in the end 25-12.
And they looked damn good doing it!
2 comments:
See...you have a natural coaching ability. I am not surprised. You learned how to perform under pressure in your stock trading days. Nice going!
That's hilarious :)
Somehow I don't think that pep talk would do the trick with my vball team.
-Shane
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