"I want black."
Shaken by their shameless desire for rewards without effort, I determined to instill discipline and order from the start.
At the gym I realized that I had forgotten my diligently prepared practice outline and accompanying speech. Worse yet, I had left the whistle behind. Running third-grade basketball practice without a whistle is akin to driving a brakeless tractor trailer downhill. The yelling made me hoarse.
I began asking questions.
"How many players on a team?"
"Two. We should start with two and then add more."
"In basketball you don't do that," I said.