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I have, twice.
The first was in 5th grade. The coach was Mr. gage, liked to run the press and would scream it everytime an opponent made a basket. I was a good player, especially skilled at cleaning up the offensive glass. But I sometimes struggled on the defensive glass, never sure why, despite being one of the taller ones on the court most of the time and getting lots of put backs and second chance points. Towards the end of the season he called me a pansy loudly. The next game he did not play me in the second half and I had five minutes in the first half at an age when you are supposed to split time evenly. I was one of the best players on the team but he did not like me. What stung was my older brother had flown in from Florida to watch me play. Just a few weeks prior I had like 20 points and 10 boards, most of them on the offensive glass against a team of (three) trees that had beaten everyone else by 30 or more. In fact their guard was taller than our center. We only lost by 4, 64 to 60 and were tied with a minute left. Not to take credit but I was a large part why. Any way I never got why I was in that guys doghouse at the end of the season, he just did not like me. He was a huge @h0le, really nuts in hindsight, like a mean version of that coach from Hey Arnold, looks and all.
The second was in 7th grade basketball. I scored 1/3rd of the teams points, something like 30 points as well as 5 assists or so but I had a key miss at the end of the game that allowed the opponents to win 86-84. Instead of passing to an open team mate for the 2 and tie I pulled up for the deep 3 to try and win. After the coach noted my selfish play at the end. He did not say blame me but said the cliche ¨There is no I in team¨. I got super defensive, rolled my eyes and said ¨Yah, but there is a me..¨ In hindsight a dumb move and I did not play for like a week. I was run ragged in practice but deserved it.
The first was in 5th grade. The coach was Mr. gage, liked to run the press and would scream it everytime an opponent made a basket. I was a good player, especially skilled at cleaning up the offensive glass. But I sometimes struggled on the defensive glass, never sure why, despite being one of the taller ones on the court most of the time and getting lots of put backs and second chance points. Towards the end of the season he called me a pansy loudly. The next game he did not play me in the second half and I had five minutes in the first half at an age when you are supposed to split time evenly. I was one of the best players on the team but he did not like me. What stung was my older brother had flown in from Florida to watch me play. Just a few weeks prior I had like 20 points and 10 boards, most of them on the offensive glass against a team of (three) trees that had beaten everyone else by 30 or more. In fact their guard was taller than our center. We only lost by 4, 64 to 60 and were tied with a minute left. Not to take credit but I was a large part why. Any way I never got why I was in that guys doghouse at the end of the season, he just did not like me. He was a huge @h0le, really nuts in hindsight, like a mean version of that coach from Hey Arnold, looks and all.
The second was in 7th grade basketball. I scored 1/3rd of the teams points, something like 30 points as well as 5 assists or so but I had a key miss at the end of the game that allowed the opponents to win 86-84. Instead of passing to an open team mate for the 2 and tie I pulled up for the deep 3 to try and win. After the coach noted my selfish play at the end. He did not say blame me but said the cliche ¨There is no I in team¨. I got super defensive, rolled my eyes and said ¨Yah, but there is a me..¨ In hindsight a dumb move and I did not play for like a week. I was run ragged in practice but deserved it.
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