Thursday 27 February 2014

How To Coach Basketball... When You Have No Idea How To Play Basketball

I consider myself to be “athletic”. Please do not confuse this with “good at sports”. They are not synonymous. I am fairly strong, very flexible, reasonably agile and tall. For these reasons, people always assume that I must be good at sports, and in particular, basketball. I am not. In fact, I am absolutely terrible at each and every sport involving balls. But this post is about basketball.

A few weeks ago, an email went out at work, looking for a coach for the Grade 8 Boys Basketball Team. My colleagues are all amazing people who go above and beyond for the students. They volunteer their time for countless teams, events, excursions and clubs. But it being a busy time of year, and the basketball connoisseurs being already committed to the other three teams, there was a vacancy that needed to be filled. I’m sure you can guess where this is going.

I mean the poor kids. No team? No, we can’t have that, can we. So yes, I put my name out there. With a disclaimer of course. I warned them all – I don’t know the sport, but I will do what I can. That seemed to be good enough. All those amazing colleagues offered to help me out. Coach the coach if you will. Show me the ropes. Teach me the lingo.

Before the first practice, I conferred with a colleague: Should I tell them I don’t know squat? Be honest and offer to learn alongside them? A resounding no. Don’t show weakness he said. The boys need to think you know what you’re talking about. Give these boys an inch and they will take a mile he warned.
Gulp. Uh huh. Ok, well, see, the thing is...I DON’T know what I’m talking about. Or doing. No problem, he assured me. Just stay one step ahead of them. That’s all you need. I see. How hard can that be?

And so began my adventure of coaching Grade 8 Boys Basketball. All I can say is thank the high heavens that my thoughts weren’t thought out loud. I’ll share them with you, but whatever you do, don’t tell the boys.

Step 1: Lay Down the Law
I started off the first practice with a hard line. Attendance was mandatory. No excuses (aside from illness, note from Mom etc). Physical conditioning was essential and I planned to work them. We were going to try our hardest. In it to win it, yada yada.
Player 1 commented: Wow, you’re competitive.
Crap. Had I gone too far? Been too hard? Too scary? Then they all started exchanging looks and broke out into smiles. They loved it. I was in. Hard was good, now I just had to get them playing basketball.

Step 2: Trick the Players Into Teaching You How to Play.
Here’s a sample:
Me: Soooo, I know you guys already know what a lay-up is (eye-roll for emphasis), but humour me. Who can explain to everyone else what it is – exactly.
Player 1: You dribble up to the net, jump off one foot and shoot it in.
Me: Uh huh. Does anyone else have anything to add?
Player 2: You can only take 3 steps.
Player 1: No, 2 steps.
My thoughts: Oh crap, which one is it? Out loud: Hmmm, who agrees with Player 1, show of hands? Nodding haughtily, I continued on: And show of hands for who agrees with Player 2?
Thank goodness they voted a majority for one of them, because had the vote been split, I would have been screwed. I then asked who wanted to give a demonstration.

Step 3: Hold the Ball Professionally
At all times, hold a basketball under the crook of your arm, hand dangling, in a very professional-looking way. It would also be beneficial to occasionally be seen walking down the hall in such a manner. To complete the coach look, you should also adorn yourself with a whistle. And maybe a clipboard.


Step 4: Use Fancy Basketball Language
I would sprinkle my conversations with key terminology, making me sound much more in the know than I actually was. For example: “Get the rebound in the key.” Or “For our defense, we will play man-to-man and use the trap as often as we can.
I advise making a list and referring to it often.

Step 5: Research
Player: Coach, can we do the Three-Man Weave Drill?
My thoughts (what the heck is that?!?) Out loud: “Well, let me see...” (I scan my clipboard which is full of doodles, numbers and other useless information. I flip the page for emphasis, as though checking it all over) “Hmm, nope, not on my list for this week. Maybe next time.”
...Immediately after practice, I hunted down a colleague and asked him as nonchalantly as possible “So...what’s the Three Man Weave Drill again?” He explained in great detail, using diagrams, and finally dragging me down to the gym to walk me through it. He also showed me the Three Man Non-Weave Drill. Next practice, we started off with the Three Man Weave Drill, moving on to the Non-Weave. I rocked it, and so did they. (Insert proud moment here)

Step 6: Avoid Playing/Demonstrating at all Costs
It takes all of my willpower not to flinch or duck every time a ball comes my way. I have to battle this natural instinct constantly whilst in the gym. I have actually managed to catch it a few times. After which, I typically dribble it a few times while my eyes rove around (essentially proving that I don’t need to look at it while dribbling) and then return it to nestle in the crook of my arm.

Step 7: Align Yourself with Basketball Connoisseurs
I was so fortunate to have one of my colleagues attend the tournament with me. He sat on the bench beside me and mentored me. He would say “You should call time-out.” At which point I would leap off the bench and screech “time-out”, gesturing wildly, making a “T” with my hands. Then, in a panic, I would turn to my mentor and with wide eyes, whisper “Why did I call time-out?” He would briefly outline the necessary reasons before the boys gathered round. Once we were all huddled up, I would congratulate them on their efforts and spew out the things that my mentor told me in a nonsensical manner. I would then turn to him and query “Mr. __, do you have anything to add?” He would then proceed to make sense of my jumble and outline a plan for them. All the while, I recommend the following body language:
Arms crossed, with one hand raised to support chin with thumb and forefinger. Stroke said chin occasionally. Nod vigorously at appropriate times. Purse lips occasionally.
When the person speaking has finished enriching the players’ basketball lives, clap authoritatively and proclaim “You heard the man, now get to it!” or some such motivational drivel.

When in close proximity of a basketball expert, I also recommend implementing the “echo” technique, whereby you repeat the shouted encouragements that they confidently throw out to the players. When perfecting this technique, it is hoped that eventually, your voice will blend with the expert’s, thus lending authority to your own.

Step 8: It all Comes Down to the Athletes
It helps, enormously, that my players were all natural athletes and extremely talented. They played the game well, and I believe they worked as hard as they could. At the tournament, those boys played their hardest and won their first three games of the round robin. They lost the fourth one, to a team that would later go on to play in the championship final. This had them finishing second in their division of the round robin and put them into the quarter final where they faced off against the third place team in the other division. The boys lost this game, but not for lack of effort. They played hard and they played well, but the other team played better.

I can honestly say that overall my basketball experience was a thoroughly positive one. Yes, I lost a LOT of sleep. And I spent a lot of time researching, in the gym and planning. But I got to know a really great group of young men. And my life is all the richer for it.

Sunday 23 February 2014

We Have a Traitor in our Midst

Well, not really, but I have always wanted to say that. Actually, what we have is an uninvited and definitely unwanted house guest. In retrospect, there were signs that a stranger lived amongst us. A hole in the rice bag... I should have known that our ever dwindling supply of rice was not a result of spontaneous combustion. Scurrying noises in the walls at night...I knew what those sounds meant, but I denied. Friday night, we could deny no longer. Upon pulling out the oven drawer, we discovered...a mouse. But not just a mouse. A nest as well. We hope the nest was pre-babies and not post.

Papashunga called me down to witness "Man versus Mouse" in the oven drawer arena. This event consisted of my husband crouching his 6'6" frame in front of the oven drawer and chasing the mouse around with his hand. Which was also clutching a paper towel. He claims he was trying to catch it. He also swears that he succeeded but got grossed out when he felt the tiny bones shifting as the creature attempted his escape. And so he released it. My spectator role during this fiasco? Cowering in the corner, hand over mouth, practically wimpering, and generally being a girl. Had there been a chair, I definitely would have climbed on. When the mouse eventually tired of the game, he leapt out of the drawer and scurried back from whence it came. At which point I did in fact squeal. Well, actually, it was more of a scream.

And so, the decision was made. We, in our infinite cruelty, set a trap. I'm not crazy about killing animals, even rodents. But when you decide to move in to my house, drastic measures are taken. We caught him, almost right away. But the next day, there was a hole in the bread bag. And a sizeable amount of bread had been extracted through said hole. Another trap was set. This new mouse had learned our wily ways though. He licked off the peanut butter and escaped, leaving but a few hairs behind. We congratulated him on buying himself another day, and then we adapted. Another trap was set, this time with a raisin. Another mouse was caught. A third trap was set, just to be on the safe side. And also because the walls were not yet silent. Another mouse was caught. Shudder. At what point can you claim infestation?

The walls are now quiet. The bread is secure. The rice is replenished and the oven drawer (along with its contents) has been scoured. The entry portal has been discovered and sealed, with an extra trap thrown down the tunnel for good measure. Within these walls, there now dwells but four occupants. All of them human. If that changes at any point in the future, let's hope it is intentionally.

**It should be noted that during the writing of this entire post, I have had goosebumps.**

Go Canada!

I don't really know the rules on borrowing pics from the internet and reposting them,
but let it be known that that is what happened with this pic.

Daily, I am a proud Canadian. I love my country, the freedoms, the rights, the beauty, the people. These past sixteen days have given me an opportunity to be proud of our Canadian athletes as well. Man, o man, did we ever perform well. And this morning, we won gold in men's hockey, which some might argue is the only event that matters...

This is how we celebrated:


It doesn't get much better than ice cream for breakfast. How did you celebrate?

Monday 17 February 2014

World Championship Qualifying - Round Two

This past weekend was an exciting weekend in the world of swimming. Well, at least in my world of swimming. I had an opportunity to compete in a longcourse meet (50m pool) and once again attempt to qualify for the 2014 World Masters Championships. One of my team mates captured my 200m Individual Medley event on tape for me. As it turns out, I unexpectedly qualified for World's in the event by two seconds. Two seconds is a long time in the pool, so I was pretty pumped with this result.

I am having difficulty uploading the video, but will check back later and try again!







Happy ValentinesDay

We had a lovely time as a family celebrating love on February 14th this year.
Some beauty flowers were on the table for us when we arrived home, courtesy of Papashunga.


Cake decorating is apparently best done topless. The minis were decked out in their Canada gear in celebration of our national pride and support of our athletes.


Some Valentine creations from the minis.









Saturday 15 February 2014

Our Little Gymnast

Since the fall, Tootie has been attending gymnastics class on Wednesday nights. She loves it. Something about being in perpetual motion, playing on cool equipment and being encouraged to jump and frolic seems to appeal to her. Gee, I wonder why? I'm very proud of her, she has learned bunches of new skills and tries her hardest every time. Way to go Tootie!


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Below is a video of Tootie on the vault. It cannot be viewed on an iPad. 




Saturday 8 February 2014

Panda's Salsa

My sister-in-law, Panda (and yes, we do actually call her that), has an awesome collection of recipes. Every time we go to visit, she feeds us magnificent and deceivingly simple fare. Generous soul that she is, she often shares these awesome recipes with me and I can't resist sharing this one with you. It is the most delicious fresh salsa I have ever had. Bon appetit!


1 mango diced
1 avocado diced
4 medium tomatoes seeded and diced
1 jalapeno minced
1/2c minced fresh cilantro
1/2c red onion chopped finely
2-3 cloves garlic minced
1tsp salt
2tbsp fresh lime juice
3tbsp olive oil

Combine and let sit 30 minutes before serving.


Winter Fun

Today was a beautiful, mild day in our neck of the woods. Not too cold, not too mild. Not too sunny, but not cloudy. We ventured outside for some fresh air and to try out our snowshoes. We have been invited for a snowshoeing adventure next weekend, so I thought some practice was in order. Once the novelty of wearing snowshoes wore off, the kids lasted all of five minutes.
After which, we headed to the backyard for some winter fun. While back there, we had an impromptu visit from a good friend, which prompted us to grab our toboggan and accompany her on her walk as she exercised her dog/horse Newfoundland pup.
Lots of fun!