A couple of weeks ago, I got a call from my old coach and GM at Salt City. Like with last summer, they were asking if I'd be willing to work with the guards, the potential recruits, and the people they draft and want to bring on for summer league. This time however, they want me to spend more than a few weeks. Pretty much, after they get done with vacation, they want me putting in serious time.
I've been thinking about taking the step to get back to the game, to take the step to really coaching. So, this is the next step. Definitely don't want to go back full time, not yet, but I'm thinking that with the addition of Rowan to the Gadling/Smith/Munez family group, it will definitely be easier to balance.
After watching the guys get eliminated from the first round and how defeated they look, I'm already in touch with them.
I love this game. I'm ready to be back in it more.
There's been a lot of conversation around here lately about the problem of sports and cost and injury. And so, I want to say a couple of things in relation to this link I am posting.
1. This, to me, isn't about football. It's about the power of team. It's about the family we are when we're focused on the same goal. It's about the love of a coach for his players, the love of players for each other. It's about the love of parents for their kids as they play.
2. Most of the kids in this video, they aren't going on to play professionally. Some are going to be coaches or trainers. Most will just look back with fondness regarding the time when they put their bodies through hell for the love of a game.
3. Every single one of these kids should be paid for the work they do. That isn't the point I'm making here.
This video, this is why we play. Some kid's phone rings while coach is speaking. Which is ALWAYS against the rules. And when he answers it, everything changes. The moment the team hears the news, they are around him, cheering, holding him up.
See, sports reminds us all that damn hard work pays off. Some of it is luck, some of it is timing, and almost all of it is showing up and doing the work. You aren't getting past pee-wee leagues if you don't put in the work.
Congrats, kid. You deserve this.
Look, the All Star game in the NBA is a damn joke. At least in baseball, the winning league gets home field advantage in the World Series. In the NFL, the pro bowl is ... less than a joke. But, being named an All Star is huge for a few reasons:
1. It impacts your contract. Players get bonuses for being named to the game.
2. It impacts your visibility. Visibility is what gets endorsements.
3. It impacts trade ability and contract negotiation in free agency. If you're an All Star, teams take a more favorable look at you.
The All Star game is a joke. I know. I went three times and turned it down a couple of times. It's a mastubatory love fest for league sponsors who want to get up close and personal to people who line their pockets.
So why am I rambling nonsensically about a joke? Because a dude I played with starting in his rookie year was snubbed and snubbed hard. He's the number one defensive player in the league and he wasn't even named to the reserves team, which is voted on by the coaches. The league preaches defense all damn day and then ignores the defensive players in the small markets. What's worse, is he was at his press conference today after practice (it's an annoying requirement) and he was talking about how his mother called him crying about it, how he got emotional about it, and he got worked up and walked away and now sports social media is dragging him for showing emotion.
Can't fucking win.
Look, the All Star game is a joke. But until the league stops pretending like it matters, it's an important joke.
See, just cause you're out of the league doesn't mean you stop chatting with friends who still play, coaches, trainers. And Salt City is currently down six players due to injury, including every single one of their point guards. Every one.
So I got a message from coach though, asking if I was ready to suit up. Even with my knees, he said, I'd still run circles around the kids. Nice try, but ... well ... maybe ... no. No, I shouldn't. No. (Dude, I'm kidding it isn't how the league works.)
Haven't run a wind sprint in a year anyway. I'd probably die.
But it was fun to taunt AJ with this morning. ;)
I used to play soccer. In high school I made the basketball choice, but I was still offered a soccer scholarship. I love the game. It's utterly pure, really. You kick a ball. That's all you do.
Anyway, today I was playing with Izzy and rolling balls at her and she seemed to gravitate much more to the soccer ball than the basketball. And while my heart can't help but hope that at least one of my children will follow me into the exciting world of hoops and squeaking sneakers in the gym, the joy of one of them possibly choosing soccer also makes me tear up.
Yes, yes. I'm choosing my daughter's sports choices before she can even walk.
What? Like you didn't?