Last spring, I was sitting in my classroom eating lunch when I got a phone call from an assistant coach at the University of Georgia. That, by itself, isn't that unusual. I'll get calls from college every once in a while and they will ask about a local player or tell me about a promotion. What made this call unusual is that he was calling to talk about one of my players. Or, at least he thought she was one of my players.
He said something like "You've got a real special player there and I just wanted to touch base and tell you we're interested in getting to know her."
I started racking my brain. Who is this man talking about? I have a rising senior who is a good player, but not Georgia good. I have two rising sophomores who might end up that good, but not yet. So I asked him, "Can I ask which of my players you are talking about?"
And he told me a name of a girl I had never heard of before. I laughed and said "You've got the wrong Overton. There is one in Memphis that made the state semi-finals last year and they have a lot of good players. It happens all the time. Let me know if you ever need anything."
But he persisted, "No, it says on the form, Overton in Nashville."
Then I remembered that some of my players said a girl from another local school had transferred into Overton. I looked up the name and there she was, enrolled in my school. I told the Georgia coach that I didn't know her and he said "Coach, you got yourself one heck of a transfer."
I went and talked to the girls former coach and he said she was really good and that this wasn't a joke. Then I went and found the girl and I said "Are you that good?" and she said "Yeah, I am pretty good".
Let me tell ya, the girl is a monster. Six feet tall and amazingly physical. She could make us really good.
Friday, November 13, 2009
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