The team fared well but about 95% of the points were being scored by two kids, the coach's son and another kid that was a foot taller than everyone else. It was very frustrating to see these two constantly hogging the ball and alot of the parents had made comments to the coach to no avail.
My son, who is a good athlete, though doesn't play much basketball, along with 4 or 5 others as well as Charlie (the spec. ed. kid), had remained scoreless on the year.
Fast forward to the final 10 seconds of the last game, the coach's son dribbles the ball off his foot and there's a mad scramble for the ball. My son gets to it at the same time as the coach's son and snatches it out of his "teammate's" hands and drives for the basket. Passing up a chance to score in the last game, he passes the ball out to Charlie who was just kind of hanging out. Charlie catches the ball as my son was yelling to him, "Shoot it, Charlie, SHOOT IT!"
Charlie was a little stunned but launched a high-arching shot from the baseline about 12 feet out. Same result.... swish, as the buzzer sounded. I got choked up after the game when Charlie's mom came up and gave my son a huge hug and kiss.
I love these stories and am grateful to have one of my own to share.
Nice post, Hatteras! On top of a good thread. Your son sounds like a gem.