Like I’ve mentioned before, I am coaching 7th grade girls basketball and if you can’t remember, in the 7th grade you are 12 turning 13 years old. I have a great group of girls, they keep me on my toes. Granted, they are more interested in going out and having fun playing during the game than necessarily becoming better players. Last night’s practice was a prime example of this; they went from running a series of defensive drills to an episode of “date my coach” (as jmitchy dubbed it)… but I’m getting ahead of myself, so let me explain. I’m not the only 20-something coach. There is a guy who went to this grade school with me back in the day. He was in the grade above me and is now back there coaching the 8th grade boys. They practice before us. Anyway, back to practice. This individual was in and out of the gym throughout our practice. Several times he stepped in to help me demonstrate different concepts. The entire practice, my girls were talking, and giggling. It was out of control!! I falsely assumed they all had a crush on this guy. They’re 13 after all. So as we’re conditioning at the end of practice he asked when our games are this weekend. I told him, turns out he has games right around ours. Anyway, he takes off and mid-run my girls stop and form a huddle around me. All of a sudden I am being bombarded by questions… “Did he ask you out?!?!”, “Are you single?!?!”, “Oh, he was TOTALLY checking you out!!”, “Yeah every time he shot the ball and made it he turned to see if you were looking!!” “Yall would be so cute, it’d be like a little basketball family!” And then came the clincher… one of my girls looked at me, and in all seriousness said, “If you like him, we could tell our friends at school who know him and we could set you up!!!” I was stuck between shock and laughter. I told them that I am 24 years old, and I can take care of my own dates. I don’t need the entire 7th grade at this school setting me up. I couldn’t help but laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation. At one point I caught myself about to ask “what are we, 13?!?!”, but stopped mid-sentence because I realized my girls are, in fact, 13.
So earlier today I was telling this story to two other 20-somethings. Their first question, “Well was he cute??” I guess even at 24, some things never change….