You know that.â
âOf course. What I meant is are you more worried about it this time than you were the last time?â she asked.
âYeah, I am, but that has to do with the new coach,â I said.
âIs there something heâs doing that makes you more worried?â my mother asked.
âHeâs pretty tough, but maybe itâs just that any new coach would have made me more nervous.â
âBut it is kind of cool to have a former basketball star as your coach, isnât it?â my father asked.
âItâs okay.â
âAnd I bet he really, really knows the game,â my father continued.
I nodded my head in agreement. There was no way anybody could argue with that. Iâd learned things from him already in the try-outs and I was sure heâd have lots and lots of things to teach those people who made the team.
âHe certainly got a lot out of you and all your teammates during that game,â my father added.
It was clear what was going on here. Maybe my mother and father hadnât agreed what would happen, but that hadnât changed how they both felt. And now they were trying to get me to support their side.
âThat game last night was part of what we wanted to discuss,â my mother said. âWhat did you think of the game?â
âI would have liked to have won.â
âBesides that. Were you okay with the way your coach acted?â
âActed?â I asked, pretending I didnât know what she meant. I was spending most of this conversation pretending one thing or another.
âThe way he screams all the time,â she explained.
âHe doesnât scream all the time.â
âBut he does scream a lot more than your last coach.â
âOr any other coach Iâve ever had,â I admitted. The corner of my motherâs mouth curved slightly into the beginning of a smile.
âAnd how about when he yells at you?â she continued.
âSometimes he has to yell to get peopleâs attention in the gym. Thereâs a lot of noise with the balls and people talking and the crowd making noise,â I said.
âSo it doesnât bother you?â she asked, sounding confused.
âI donât like it. I donât like it when you or Dad yell at me either.â
âCome on, Nick, we hardly ever raise our voices.â
âHardly ever,â I muttered under my breath, thinking back to last night when Iâd heard a lot of raised voices.
âYour mother and I spent some time discussing things about you and this basketball team last night.â
âYou did?â
âYou knew that,â my mother said.
I swallowed hard. Had they seen me listening or somehowâ
âWe told you last night in the car that weâd continue to talk after you went to bed,â she said.
âOh, yeah, thatâs right,â I said, feeling relieved.
âI just didnât know if you did, thatâs all.â
âIn fact we talked quite a while,â my father said.
âAnd we were wondering if it was something that you really wanted,â my mother added.
âYou mean being on the team?â I asked.
âI ⦠we ⦠have some concerns about your being part of the team.â
âWhat do you mean âconcernsâ?â I asked.
âAbout your coach and his attitude,â my mother answered.
âNot all of his attitude. We know that basketball is an emotional game, and sometimes you have to get into the game even when youâre on the bench,â my father added.
âWe just wanted to get your opinion about everything,â my mother said.
âAbout being on the team?â I asked again.
My mother nodded.
I shrugged. âWhatâs there to think about? I donât even know if Iâm going to make the cut.â
âAnd if you do?â my mother asked.
I shrugged again. âThen Iâm on the team.â
âAnd thatâs
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