I pointed toward my pack.
âCool. Iâm wearing my lucky underwear.â
If it was the same underwear heâd worn all the way through last yearâs semifinals, they werenât lucky.
In fact, I felt sorry for them.
âIâve been working on my jump shot,â he said when we were about halfway to school.
What?
âYou have a jump shot?â The jumping beans in my stomach started moving.
I didnât have a jump shot!
âI havenât mastered it yet,â Chris said. âBut my brother said seventh grade is when coaches want to see what youcan do from the field.â He shrugged. âYou know, three-pointers.â
What? No one told me that!
âBut last year was free throws and layups,â I reminded him. âAnd staying close to the hoop.â
âThat was last year.â Chris shrugged again. âMy brother said the school record is thirteen three-pointers in seventh grade.â
âAre you kidding me?â
Iâd never scored a three-pointer in my whole life! Sure, Iâd been close, but like my grandpa always said, close only counted in horseshoes and hand grenades, whatever that meant.
Would Coach Baxter really be expecting us to make jump shots?
Would I be able to do one under pressure?
Could I do one
at all
?
I doubted it.
I made it through my morning classes, and during lunch me, Chris, Nate, Paul, and Nicky sat together to trade snacks and talk about what was going to happen that afternoon.
âDid you say jump shot?â Nicky asked Chris.
âUh-huh.â Chris grunted, biting into Paulâs apple.
âNo one said anything to me about jump shots,â Nicky muttered.
âTell me about it.â I groaned, glad I wasnât the only one who couldnât do them.
âI can only make maybe two out of five,â Nicky said, and sighed.
âWhat?â I practically choked. Maybe I
was
the only one, after all.
âI can only hit a three-pointer in about one out of
ten
shots,â Paul said.
That made me feel a little better.
But only until Nate said, âDude, this is tryout day! Youâve gotta do better than that.â
I tried to drown my jumping beans with a juice box, but they seemed to know how to swim.
After lunch, I was on my way to social studies and trying not to freak out when I overheard Russ and some other kids in the hallway.
âMan, those shoes are awesome!â Ryan McNichol told him.
What?
I forgot all about jump shots and three-pointers. Russ was wearing his brand-new shoes? To school? Sure, heâd worn them to practice at Sunset Park, but to
school
?
He wasnât saving them for the gym floor?
I shook my head. Of course he wasnât.
I mean, saving them for what? He wasnât going to make the team, so why not wear them every day? Why not mess up the most awesome shoes on the planet without even thinking about it? What difference did it make?
âThanks,â Russ said. âMy dad got them for me.â
âI heard youâre trying out for basketball,â Jeff Billings said.
I peeked around the corner. Russ looked way more comfortable than I would have expected, considering it was a conversation about sports, not space stations.
âYeah. I know I wonât make it, but Coach Baxter wants me to try.â
âYou never know,â Jeff said. âYouâre pretty tall, and they could probably use a tall guy.â
With skills
, I wanted to shout. Tall or not, a guy still had to be able to dribble! They made it sound like anyone could do it!
âYouâre really trying out?â Maria asked. âThatâs so cool. Good luck, Russell.â
âThanks, Iâll need it,â he said, laughing.
I walked over to his locker when the other kids left. âWant to take some practice shots at afternoon break?â I asked.
âThanks, Owen, but Iâm too busy,â he said.
âTryouts are
today
,â I reminded him.
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