ONE HOUR AGO – MY NEIGHBORHOOD BASKETBALL COURT
Me: “So, um, you guys – (dad and son) – want to play some horse or 21?”
Dad: “No thanks, we’re working on his shot.”
Son: red faced, won’t look in my direction
Me: [in my head] “No you’re not SHOT DOCTOR ASSHOLE!”
“You are yelling contradictory instructions at your teenage son, who by the way, will never play at the college or NBA level. Why? Because he’s not already at least my height.”
My childhood at the same age.
Me: “Dad (retired military officer, not oft…ever noted for a lack of discipline or interest in what I was doing, if I asked), I’m going down to shoot some baskets.”
Dad: “OK, dinner at six.”
Me: “Shutup you old motherfucker.” Just kidding, “OK”.
OTOH, had I been this kid, I might have been tempted to go with answer one.
First of all, the key to shooting, once you’ve made some shots, is confidence and consistency. To develop either one a player must work on range, diversity in your game – passing, rebounding, running also – and, yes, shooting percentage – without coming to hate the freaking game. I ran around for hours just heaving up bricks. Thank God, nobody came around to “coach” me the way this guy was.
Now – on an intercept course with 40 – I can make all kinds of shots. I’ve been playing for fun for years. The best way to learn something is to break it up into small pieces and have fun with it. If there were “designated basketball players” that you could bring in for – say – two minutes, I might be dangerous.
About three trips full court at full speed, I become the “designated defender” for one possession (I’m camped). OK, maybe two, but then I’m hauling ass.
Basketball is not the military. “From 18’ – AGAIN!”
Why not, you know, play some basketball with him?
Try that approach with golf and you are likely to have a kid just quit, or “accidentally” shove a five iron up your ass.
If sports were easy, everyone would be good.
I’m not a parent. But, I live in a neighborhood with all sorts of kids. There are not that many kids that play sports to begin with. Well, old guy sports. Bikes and skateboards are largely the only things keeping our kids from growing roots in the couch and having to be harvested.
If the kid is actually willing to stand out there and listen to that shit, he is “motivated and devoted” – QUIT TELLING HIM HE ISN’T!!!
If you want your kid to love sports, be supportive even if he or she “fails”. Guess what, mostly he will fail!
“Here kid, be Tiger Woods”
Fucking Hell!!!