Chapter 4

The next afternoon he met with the varsity basketball team while his JV players did foul-shot practice at six backboards, just two shots at a time. "Who's the captain?" he asked them. They looked sour, unhappy, dispirited, one of those, maybe more than one. He knew he had to do something, something quick. He had expected anger and found dejection. "OK, Scott, you're a senior aren't you, so you're it, you're captain at least for now. Objections?

"We're going to practice on Tuesdays and Thursdays, three-thirty till five, and early in the morning, seven to eight, if we need to, maybe we will, depends on several things, and maybe some Mondays. You can come in and shoot in the mornings if you want too. I'll try to be here. Be nice to the girls; they'll be shooting too. We've got to share."