I shifted the cart around: I flung it under the net, I twirled in a circle to swing it behind me, I was dancing to alleviate my boredom. The coaches had asked me to be manager implying that with hard work I could be on the team the following year. Team manager is sort of just a fancy word for water girl. I eagerly came to practice everyday ready to absorb the skills and knowledge from the other girls hoping that maybe their abilities would just rub off on me. At games I would watch them scanning the court because I wanted to learn but also because it was my responsibility to write down when they did something well or not well (stats). Managing the team taught me a lot and I’m really glad I chose to do that rather than give up.
Sean, my older brother, had set a high bar as far as sports went. He seemed to have walked out of the womb with a ability to swing a bat, dribble a basketball, and juggle a soccer ball. It was so unfair I was never good at any sports. His basketball career ended when he was a senior and finished off the season as a starter on the LFHS basketball team. I looked up to him and assumed that my life would proceed in a very similar way. I knew I was going to be just like Sean.
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