the final team?â Jerome asked.
Nobody answered right away. âUmâ¦weâre the Zebras,â I finally said.
There was no cheer from our team, but there were a whole bunch of questioning looks.
âThatâs certainly a unique name,â Jerome said. He turned to his brother. âI donât think Iâve ever heard that used as a team name before, have you?â
âItâs a first for me too, but I like it,â Johnnie said, nodding his head. âStrong, fast, a proud African animal.â
âYou made a good choice,â Jerome said. âLetâs give it up for them for making such an original choice!â
Jerome and the other coaches, joined by the other kids started to clap. That was just like Jerome, putting a positive spin on something. I didnât really think the kids thought it was such a great name, but they werenât going to argueâif Jerome Junk Yard Dog Williams thought it was good, it was good.
âOkay, letâs play some ball!â
Chapter Ten
Weâd drawn for numbers. Kia got number two, which meant she was going to sit on the bench for the first two shifts. I got three. Jamal got four.
I walked over to the bench. âIf you want we can trade numbers, and Iâll sit out to start,â I said to Kia.
She shook her head. âIâm not a power forward, and weâre going to need you to play hard because our center isnât going to be much good.â
I had to agree. Brandon handled the ball like it was a hand grenadeâa hand grenade covered in butter.
âYou start,â Kia said. âBesides, I wouldnât want to separate you and your new best friend.â
âI didnât think I needed a new best friend.â
âYou might have to think again if you keep acting like a jerk.â
âIâm just trying to make things work. Letâs just try to get along.â
âIâm not the one causing the problems.â
âCome on, Nick, letâs get going!â Jamal yelled.
I turned around. âIâm coming!â I yelled. I turned back to Kia. âIf we play as a team, we might surprise a few people.â
âWith Jamal on our side, if we play as a team, there would definitely be one person who will be surprisedâme.â
I was hoping she was wrong, but I wouldnât want to bet any money on it. âWeâll see.â
As soon as the game started it became clear that Jamal was goodâvery goodâeven better than I thought he was going to be from watching him run drills. Maybe he was the best player on the whole court. He had a great jump shot and could drive the hoop and dribble equally well with either hand.
What was equally clear was that I had no idea what sort of passer he was because he hadnât attempted one. Whoever was on the court with him just ran up and down the floor. The onlyway any of us would do more than just see the ball was when he shot and missed. Once I realized that, I started to hope heâd miss.
Maybe I didnât come to a basketball camp to just do drills, but running back and forth down the court without any hope of touching the ball wasnât much more fun than running laps. In fact, it was more frustrating.
Jerome turned up the music, signaling it was time for a line change. I walked over and took a seat on the bench beside Kia.
âYou want to just save us both a lot of time and tell me I was right,â she said almost before my bottom hit the bench.
âHe can play,â I said, not wanting to agree but knowing she was right.
âHeâs good,â she said, âalthough that isnât helping us much on the scoreboard.â
There was a flip board for each game. We were already down twelve to eight. Jamal had scored six of those points.
âAssuming either of us ever gets the ball, letâs try to pass it around, work it down low. We have height on this team,â Kia said.
Kia had been