Joey’s on his school’s basketball team. He’s in sixth grade and he’s six feet tall.
He asks, “What if I grow a foot for every year I’m in school?”
I say, “Then all your hoop dreams will come true.”
“Even if our team loses every game?”
“You’re losin’ every game?”
“Won’t matter. Just keep growin’.”
“By the time I get to college, I’ll be 12 feet tall. I’ll be dropping it through the net. Forget the dunk.”
“Forget college. You’re gonna be the highest paid pro-baller ever.”
“Money isn’t everything.”
Joey’s coach walks onto the court for their pre-game warm up. The team is only ten deep with six fifth graders. Power forward, Cisco, will be going to high school next year. Two more are classmates with Joey.
On average, they are the weakest, youngest and shortest middleschool team in the county. They are a team that’s always outnumbered… always outgunned. But they are never out gutted.
These boys, right down to the runt of the group, know how to hustle. They know how to scrap and they are not afraid. There’s no quit in these kids. They play every minute of every game. Their last drive as hard as their first. No matter the score, they’re playing to win.
And, one day, it’s gonna happen.