“Time out.” I yelled it with a hint of disgust. I didn’t even have to make eye contact with my assistant coach—we were on the same page.
We’d just watched the second air-ball three-pointer of the second half.
“Get in there for Reese.”
Reese shrugged and jogged off the court. I grabbed him lovingly by the shoulders. “Hey buddy — do you know why you’re out?”
He nodded slowly. “Because…I…shot… a…three…pointer.”
“And what did I just say in the huddle?”
“…To…not…shoot…three…pointers.”
I patted him on the shoulder. Reese was back in the game in two minutes. But I had to make the point.… Read more
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