I still had my love for basketball when I was twenty-four and luckily a coach took a chance on me and allowed me to help out as an assistant. After a couple of years I was lucky enough to get the boys freshman basketball job. I was now teaching teenage boys everything that my father had taught me as a child. After my surgery I was born again in a way, my relationship with my parents has been so much stronger. My father and I now try to take a trip together each year to a sporting event. This year we got tickets to the women’s sweet sixteen and elite eight in Kingston, Rhode Island as well as tickets to the women’s final four in Denver. Our trips are moments that we can talk and bond as a father and son.
Today as we were sitting in the Ryan Center everything hit me. My father and I were sitting watching the teams warm-up and he was talking about how one player worked on defense and how another turned her body perfectly to seal off a defender. I turned and smiled and said “When I get a varsity job coaching you need to scout for me.” What I was really saying was, “Dad I wasted ten years of my life and need you to be a part of any team I coach because everything I know came from you.” My father responded with a smile and with that smile said I’d be more than happy to help out.
Today I found out that you’re never too cool for your parents. No matter how bad you mess up they will always be there for you. I’m angry that I missed my twenties but I’m happy that I’m a better person and have my thirties and on to make up for the ten years I didn’t appreciate the joy of life. It’s amazing to me that twenty-four years ago a magazine made me fall in love with basketball. Now I’m a coach and will have the man who taught me everything about basketball by my side to lend me a hand.
The greatest gift I ever had
Came from God; I call him Dad!