Basketball

With the grand success of his baseball season, I tried to keep the momentum going and enrolled Trace in a local basketball league. This is the type of league asks for volunteer coaches and I get the impression they had a hard time finding them because we got word that a players Grandfather was finally talked into coaching. That turned out to be a bit of a bad thing for us because although he tried his best, he obviously expected the boys to be farther along in the game than they were. He separated the team into two groups and spend two hours in practice with each group each week, which was a) too long and b) obvious that he had his "starters" and the rest of the team. He would shout instructions to the kids that professional coaches use like; "protect the paint!" and "your man! your man!" and when the boys would look at him blankly, he'd just move on to his grandson or other kids that parents were huge basketball fans. Trace got more and more frustrated and so did his parents. I understand that the coach was doing the best he could, but when Trace left a practice and broke down sobbing in the car, I decided our season of basketball was over. We'll try again in the fall.