Remember why I said that he is 6ft tall just by looking at him? It is because I’m a former school basketball team manager. I’m also their nutritionist and not to mention I’m also good in cooking.
At first, I thought he is a basketball player. But he’s not. His height can be aggressive for a tough center. So I promised to myself that I would teach him how to play basketball in a way on how our head coach taught us.
One sunny morning, I came to their garden and talked to him, “Hi Brigg!”
“Hello.” He said and asked me, “Why are you holding a ball? Are you going to throw it to me because of what I did to you? I’m really sorry for punching you Victoria. Please don’t throw the ball to me.” He then covered his head with his long fingers that fits for a good shot blocker.
I laughed. “No! Silly. I didn't came here for retaliation. I came here because I want you to learn basketball. Your height is ideal for a blocker king, rebound Lord, and a powerful center.Your arms are abundant for technical reasons. I also commed you big, wide hands. I guess you can clip a ball. Come on! Try it."
He then tried to clip a ball in his hand and he did it! "Now, I want to learn basketball!" He said happily.
We came in a public court nearby to show him some basic rules in basketball. Dribbling, shooting, and doing low-post.
"First is dribbling. This is how you do it. Bounce the ball with your hands 50 times then transfer it on your other hand. Dribble it 50 times also." He then followed what I said.
"You're good. You learn faster than I thought. But there are some faults that you made." I approached him and held his hand. I cannot move nor speak that time. I'm stunned by the elegance of his palm.
"Victoria? Are you okay?" He asked.
"Y-yeah. Yeah. I'm fine." I just remebered something. Come on. Let's continue." I replied.
After many times of practicing dribbling, he finally improved on this skill. "That's it for today. Let's continue tomorrow. I'll teach you how to shoot a ball."
We went up directly in the court that morning. I'm happy to see how passionate he is in learning basketball. Why do I say so? Because that morning I arrived at the court, I saw him dribbling the ball and trying to move -- running or walking with the ball in his hands.
I then greeted him with a big smile on my face, "Good morning Brigg."
"Oh, good morning too Victoria. Can you teach me how to shoot now?" He said.
"Of course! This is how you do it. Hold it with your right hand and lift it in the air. Support the ball using your left hand and put it on the left side of the ball then push the ball towards the ring." I instructed.
He then tried it and wazam! It hooped the ring. "Good two-pointer." I commented.
After the dribbling session, I taught him low-posting. I showed him how and after an hour or more, he prefected it.
"It's almost sundown. We must go home now." He siad.
Happy and tired, I went home and thought that that moment was too short for us but it made my day. I slept with a smile on my face.
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