Larry Bird in the house?!

I coach a 4th grade girls basketball team. We usually end practice with the team's favorite game: knock out.

Who doesn't love KO? Me.

Why? These little whippersnappers kick my butt. And laugh in my face. After weeks of embarrassment , they now know how to run a suicide. Take that.

Last night there was no time for KO and practice ended with a scrimmage. I raced up and down the court and showed these kiddies how its done. I was never really good at basketball. I think the most points I ever scored in my entire career was probably 12, but maybe it was 14 or 16 in my dreams. I was the most scared point guard on the court at any given moment. I can't help but to feel accomplished when I out rebound a 10 year old... But I couldn't hang with kids my own size. I'm competitive no matter who the opponent is.

So after the most amazing game of my life scrimmage with the 10 year olds, one of the mothers approached me. It went a little something... like this:

Mother: Wow you remind me so much of Larry Bird out there!
Me: (thinking, wow this is so great, I know I played well tonight, but these are 10 year olds) *smiles*
Mother: Yeah, the way you kept wiping the bottoms of your shoes like that... Larry Bird did that ALL the time!
Me: Ohhhh yeahhhh ha ha. Gotta keep myself from slipping.






I unlaced my sneakers and called it a night.