look at Kernantz. The kid is dropping nine dimes a game. And he’s become a true stopper on the defensive end.
Every day at practice I try to tell guys this. “We’ve got to get better if we want to compete for the whole thing,” I say. But Xavier just smiles and shakes his head. Gibson smirks at me like I’m the one holding us back. Even Murphy’s riding too high. He keeps calling us his “undefeateds,” pumping up egos even more.
Maybe Coach Bolden rubbed off on me too much. Maybe I’ve come to think if a team’s having too good of a time then they’re doomed for disappointment.
And then, with a few minutes left in a Wednesday night practice, my man walks through the doors. Not Bolden. But my old teammate Moose Green, Xavier’s older brother. He pushes open double doors at the end of the gym and just stands there, waiting for everyone to notice him. It doesn’t take long. Kid breaks into a big smile and shouts, “There he is! The legend!”
Конец ознакомительного фрагмента.
Текст предоставлен ООО «ЛитРес».
Прочитайте эту книгу целиком, купив полную легальную версию на ЛитРес.
Безопасно оплатить книгу можно банковской картой Visa, MasterCard, Maestro, со счета мобильного телефона, с платежного терминала, в салоне МТС или Связной, через PayPal, WebMoney, Яндекс.Деньги, QIWI Кошелек, бонусными картами или другим удобным Вам способом.
