The last game of the season was with Saint Mary's, a Catholic girls' school in town, and we didn't figure that they'd have much. We'd take them and have the only undefeated season our school had seen in a long time.
The game was at home and the whole school came out to watch. We were on the court early and the girls were just fooling around and then the other team showed up. They came through the door and didn't look any different from any other team we'd played. The lady coach came in and then just behind her came a guy carrying the ball bag and the medical kit. He poured the balls out and told the girls something and they went out and started two layup lines and Pete and I looked at each other. We didn't say anything. We just looked at each other but we were really saying a lot and what we were saying was that we were in trouble.
I don't know why we hadn't considered the possibility that some other team would have a man as coach, but we hadn't. We thought we were unique. We knew we were less than unique when the St. Mary's girls changed shooting lines from the right to the left and made their layups left-handed. We were in trouble.
It was psych time and both Pete and I knew it. We talked a minute and I walked fast out of the gym and down to the French Department office and got the record player we used once in a while in practice. Then I went into the student lounge and got an Otis Redding and a Jimi Hendrix and came back and started a record off just as our girls began their layup lines. We took the three or four girls out who still couldn't make layups and then we walked over to talk to their coach.
He was standing there watching his girls with his hands in his pockets and just before we got there he started them in on a jump-shot drill and Pete and I began to get really nervous.
"Hi," Pete said, and the guy said hello and introduced himself.
"How you been doing?" Pete said.
"We've been lucky," he said. "Haven't lost one."
"How do you like coaching girls?" I said.
"It's fine," the guy said. "They learn fast," and he yelled something to one of his girls and they went into a high post give-and-go that looked like they knew what a man-for-man defense was, so I yelled down to Betsy and our girls went into the three-on-two drill, and then I saw it.