Coach said, "Line up, Varsity Girls. Seniors first, Juniors, Sophomore's and then Freshmen. Get the same number you had last year. Try everything on to be sure it fits, and don't leave any of the uniforms in the locker room. Be sure and tell me your number...and remember...it's forever.
Last in line, only Freshman, and last to get a uniform. At least I could see over everyone's heads at what was left on the rack. There's some advantage to being the tallest on the team, but that's not much consolation when you're a freshman and all your Basketball Uniform dreams are about to come true.
Just think, Sue, it all started way back in the seventh grade when you signed up for basketball because Mama played in school, everybody else was playing, and Coach Moore said, "You are in Athletics. See you on the court".
By the end of the eighth grade, I was hooked on basketball, still growing longer legs, and realizing that eighth grade boys were forever going to be short.
Such a nincompoop! Silly eighth grader with a tall girl complex. Who needs boys you can dribble circles around, out play, out shoot and out score every single, short one of them!
Boy Howdy, was I ever glad to get to high school. Tall guys...well at least taller, and several taller than me, and to my surprise, some of the eighth grade guys had grown over the summer. So, here I am standing in line thinking about all that silly eighth grade stuff and remembering my parents words of wisdom. "Sue, always do your best, practice like you play, listen to your coach, stand up straight and never LET ANYONE beat you."
Finally, my turn. Slim pickins. Oh, how I've looked forward to the red shiny satin shorts..."Coach, can I take these up?" From his office next to the uniform closet he replies, "What's your Number?"
"Yes, I know your age...What's your Number?"
1961-1962...It was a Memorable Year!
Click HERE for more
Back In The Day