The Mighty Macs Page #3

And, if you're afraid to

get your hair wet,

you can always wear one of these.

This is so unladylike.

You should quit, too.

Next.

My dear Lord almighh.

Running projections,

analyzing numbers,

and finding applications.

l failed to find

the spiritual nourishment required

to enter my fifth year,

and take my final vows.

So, l implore your divine guidance,

to have mercy on me

in this dimicult time,

and l ask that you send me ah...

...l implore your divine...

to send me a sign, any sign as

l will be listening for your voice.

Bring it in, good job,

give yourselves a hand.

l want each of you to

take one of these.

Here you go, and pass them around.

Hold the top mo corners bemeen

your index finger and your thumb.

Uh huh. Now,

l want you to close your eyes.

Close your eyes, good.

Now, l want you to

envision evemhing

you know about the game

of basketball.

Defense, screens, jumpshots,

Iayouts, keep thinking.

Evemhing you have ever done

on a basketball court...

rebounds, bounce pass...

think some more.

Now, l want you to

take all that knowledge

and mentally transfer that knowledge

onto these delicate pieces of paper.

Make sure you leave nothing behind.

And take that paper,

hold it close to your heart...

embrace that knowledge,

you can open your eyes.

Excellent.

Place them gently in the basket.

There you go, Gail.

Now, what we must do is

take evemhing you know and...

get rid of it. l'll see you here

tomorrow at seven am.

What?

Get used to it,

and then again, four pm.

That's mice?

Bright and early. Good night, girls.

Two times?

Where did you play?

West Catholic.

lt's a nice pass.

Ma, where are Frankie's boots?

By the front door. They're wet.

Just need some plastic bags.

Oh, thanks Ma.

And, tell Frankie

l'll need a ride home.

Will do.

Got to go.

Love yah.

Love you, too.

Before evey practice,

l'd wait outside

that gym and hope

that five girls would be

willing to race a new world.

We started with fifteen girls who

had fifteen dimerent stories,

and it didn't take long to hear them.

Jen was our fun-loving Nurse

in training.

She was looking for an excuse

to get out of the house.

Lizanne, a solid role player

who could be a star

if she wasn't

so busy planning her engagement.

And, Trish, a big time player

who got overlooked,

so all she could think about was

where she wasn't

and what she didn't have.

And so, we began.

Plaid sashes, huh?

So, l heard you were the all time

Ieading scorer at Oakcrest High.

God, yeah l was.

Too bad l never liked pom-poms.

l don't get it.

Senior year they dropped

Girls Varsih Basketball.

They asked us to be

Cheerleaders instead.

That's not right.

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