Keagan's travel basketball season had a rough start, and I mean a rough start. A couple of kids were kicked off of the team, the cops were called at the first tournament because of crazy parents, and fights between the coach and other parents caused a couple of scenes at our first game. Keagan has been oblivious to almost all of it; he cares for nothing but the sport. When we played in a tournament in March and lost by thirty, forty, and even fifty points, I thought for sure that would put an end to his dream of making it big playing basketball. However, it only added fuel to the fire, and Keagan was even more motivated to improve his game. He worked even harder and spent every free minute working on his shooting.
This weekend we played in a tournament with kids our own age, and we were super excited to win a game. We played the same team a couple of hours later, and we won again. A win was something that most of us had just assumed would never happen, but two wins meant we might actually have something working in our favor.
Keagan had an excellent steal, played some really good defense, and made a couple of baskets. I was so proud of him, but I was even prouder of this group of boys. They epitomize heart and the rewards of hard work.
This weekend United won first place (out of three teams and one team forfeited their games). It would be funny to go home with a first place medal for playing only two games if it didn't mean so much to these boys. But it meant the world to them and so we pretended that their win was as big as an Olympic win and let them all bask in the fun of winning.
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