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It's funny when the kiddos stare directly at you (with that deer in the headlights kind of look) while you are tweeting and creating a wind storm with your beckoning motion - and they remain motionless as a statue.
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Also, this game. The other coach yelling at her girls who are setting up for a zone defense. "Girls, hands up!" (nothing happens) "Hand up, girls!" (nothing happens) "Ashley, hands up!" (nothing happens) "Katie, Kenzie, put your hands up!" (nothing happens). I caught her eye, and we both broke down laughing. Just too cute.
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I had a sixth grade girls game a few weeks ago and almost the same thing happened. There was a player at the table and my partner waved her in while yelling "SUB" at least five times. Finally, after yelling "SUB" again, he then yelled, "Hey - I'm not ordering a sandwich here". Even I cracked up.
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Same game. Girls "match up" after every TO, designating who will guard whom. They do this standing in two rows at the division line. We're waiting for them to finish, and I hear one girl say to an opponent, "I like those shoelaces, where did you get them?" I whistle and yell, "White Ball!! Let's GO!!"
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When the younger kids come out and match up, the boys usually yell "I've got 12" or "I've got 5", etc. Sometimes I turn to them and say, "You've got 12 what? Toes?" It usually gets a smile, but sometimes I'll get a kid who answers back, very seriously, "No. I only have 10."
It just doesn't get any more fun than the "little kids" games.
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This reminds me of something my third grade son does in his games when subbing in. For instance, if he subs in after a free throw, he'll run to the kid he's guarding and look him in the eye and gently touch him in the arm with his pointer finger while saying, "I'm going to be guarding you.". He's usually met with an indifferent shrug. lol. The wife and I cut up every time.
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Years ago, 9-10 girls, ball out-of-bounds. I say "Red!" and point in the appropriate direction. Nobody moves, they all just stare. I try again: "Red!" and this time I point at the spot for the player to take it out. A little girl in a white shirt quickly steps to the spot. I say again, "Red!" and look at her with raised eyebrows. She keeps standing there, holding her hands out expectantly.
I try one more time, "Red!" Apparently she thought that I was either color blind or not too bright, because she grabbed the front of her own shirt and stretched it out in my direction (so I could see it better?) and said, "I'm white."
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