doing what I knew sheâd doâshe had been using her time on the bench to scoutthe other team, figure out their strengths and weaknesses. That was the secret to basketball, thinking through how you could use your strengths against their weaknesses because every teamâeven NBA championsâhad weaknesses.
âIâm pretty sure I can take my man down low,â I said. âIâve been getting position on him on the inside.â
âNow all you need is the ball.â
âJamal comes off next and I go on. Talk to him, try to get it through his thick head that heâs not the only one on the teamâ¦talk to himâ¦okay?â
I nodded. âIâll try.â
âGood. Once you get back on, Iâll make sure you get the ball. Weâll work the ball around, play like a teamâ¦the way a team is supposed to play. Weâll show him the things you will have talked to him about.â
We sat back and watched the game. Jamal was practically running a one-man show. As soon as he got the ball, he started dribbling without even thinking about passing. The other team had figured things out quickly, and they had a constant double team on him.
âLook for the open man!â Kia yelled.
If Jamal heard her, he didnât acknowledge itâ he didnât even look our wayâ¦but then again he didnât really notice his teammates on the court, so why would he pay attention to those
off
the court?
A third man came over to pressure him, and he was trapped in the corner. There were two open menâone of them standing right under the hoop, waving his arms and yelling. Jamal tried to dribble out and lost his handle on the ballâturning it over. The other team rushed down the court. Nobody on our team went back on defense, and they had a three on none break for an easy lay-up.
âI canât believe this,â Kia said. âYou gotta talk to him.â
âI said I would so Iââ
The music came on, cutting me off and signaling a line change.
âJust do it,â Kia said as she got up and walked onto the court.
She and Jamal brushed by each other without exchanging a word or a glance. He slumped down on the bench beside me.
âThis is pathetic!â he snapped.
I wasnât going to use that strong a word forhow he was playing but at least he understood that he couldnâtâ
âCanât win the whole thing by myself,â he continued, and my mouth dropped open. âI need some help out there!â
âIâ¦I got some points,â I stammered. I had gotten a rebound off one of his missed shots and converted it to a basket.
âI donât mean you,â he said. âYouâre the only guy I got out there who knows what heâs doing.â
âKia can play,â I said.
He snorted. âYeah, right.â
âShe can. Just watch her.â
Kia had taken over at the point guard spot, and she easily beat the man trying to press her. She was moving around trying to find an open man. As the defense came forward, she saw our center open, right under the hoop. She threw a perfect pass, and the ball went through Brandonâs hands, hitting him on the side of the head and bouncing out of bounds!
âNice pass,â Jamal said.
âIt was a nice pass,â I said, defending her. âIt hit him right in the hands!â
âNo point. Didnât you watch him during thedrills? Guyâs got no hands. He couldnât hold a ball if it was in a gym bag.â
The other team came down and scored an easy basket.
The ball was thrown into Kia, and she started dribbling. A second man came on her, trapping her. She looked up court. There were two people wide open. She threw up a baseball pass. The ball soared through the air and dropped right between them. Neither moved as it bounced out of bounds.
âEither one of them could have had that,â I said.
âShe should have thrown it to one or