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When that kid scored, this coach melted

The little boy was just that. Little. Even for a 9-year-old. He was kinda short and a bit on the thin side, couldn't run all that fast or jump all that high. You wouldn't call him especially athletic for his age. The biggest thing about him was his smile.


He played sports not because he loved the games or the competition, not at that age, but that's what his friends and his older brother did. His father worked in the sports world, too, and in his free time, Dad coached baseball and basketball teams at the local community park. Mom was the team mom.


Sports is what the family did. Little brother tagged along.


The memory of that little kid and a special moment bubbled to the surface this week on National Coaches Day. Which could be every day, with volunteer dads and moms teaching, motivating and inspiring kids - all while being taught, motivated and inspired by them.


In 1972, President Richard Nixon signed a proclamation declaring Oct. 6 as National Coaches Day. The proclamation says: "Coaches are highly qualified teachers - in highly specialized fields. But more than that, they are friends and counselors who help instill in their players important attitudes that will serve them all their lives."


Can't second that or like it enough. There are few things as rewarding on a gut level as donating your time to our youngest athletes, doing your part to keep them active, healthy and safe. It's what they call quality time, a wonderful way to give back to the community - and get back even more.


Now back to the little kid with the big smile.


It came to pass that 9-year-old little brother, one of the youngest, smallest players on the floor, was playing in a postseason basketball tournament in the 9-10 age group. Late in a close game, the other team lit out on a fast break. To put it nicely, the little boy trailed the play. More to the point, he stayed at the other end and watched.


Suddenly, his team gained possession, and a teammate fired a long pass in his direction. Three amazing things ensued. With nine other kids thundering in his direction, he caught the pass, he shot a layup and he made the shot.


It was the first basket he made all season.


Not sure how many kids, parents and grandparents in the stands understood the significance of that basket beyond its immediate impact on the scoreboard, but that small crowd in that tiny gym went wild. The little boy broke his own personal record for largest, toothiest grin.


On the sideline, the kid's coach reached for the towel he kept under his chair because sometimes it got hot in that gym - and other times a little boy would make your heart melt and your eyes sweat. Especially when that little boy was your son.


That little boy was - and is - my younger son, Kanon. He's not so little anymore as a high school sophomore - think long and lean - and just so you know, all these years later, his jump shot is as sweet as his heart. He and his older brother, Kaiser, along with their friends and teammates through the years, have given me too many moments and blessings to count as a dad and a coach.


If you ask me, from a youth coach's perspective, every day should be National Coaches Day. Not for us. For them. Because every day is a great day to give thanks for the kids we get to coach.


That kid Kanon who made a basket and a memory.

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