At his favorite diner he flipped through the newspaper, but only to have something to do as he ate. The only news he cared about was basketball and he monitored the sport ten hours a day online. Duke was 6–0 and its closest game had been an impressive 18-point win on the road over Villanova. Kentucky and Kansas were numbers two and three, both undefeated.
Lonnie put the paper down, worked on his breakfast, and began fuming again about the previous night’s loss to Campbell. As always, he expected to split the pre-conference games and he was realistic about the early losses. But he and his staff had pegged Campbell as a win.
He drove through the empty campus and parked by the gym. He walked through the locker room, approached his office door, and stopped when he heard a bouncing ball. It was 7:20, the day before Thanksgiving, and the only students on campus were foreign and all were still sound asleep. Except Sooley. Lonnie peeked around the bleachers and watched the kid dribble and shoot. He shook his head, went to his office, and watched the edited version of last night’s fiasco. He called Jason Grinnell, his associate head coach and closest friend, and replayed the game again. He called two recruits to wish them Happy Thanksgiving.
At 10:30 his wife called with a short grocery list. He asked if it was okay for him to return home. She said yes, but only if he could forget basketball for the next forty-eight hours. He said he could but both knew it was a lie. He locked his office door and had taken a few steps toward the locker room when he realized the basketball was still bouncing.
Sooley was soaked and broke into his customary grin when he saw his coach walking toward him. “How long you been shooting, Sooley?”
“I don’t know, Coach. Two or three hours.”
“How many shots?”
“Six ninety.”
“And how many have gone in?”
“Three forty-three.”
“That’s almost fifty percent.”
“Yes, but, as you say, there’s no one guarding me.”
“And all from the arc?”
“Ninety percent.”
“Do you know what our team is shooting from the arc?”
“Twenty-eight percent.”
“Twenty-eight percent. That’s pretty lousy. What do you think of our team, Sooley, after five games? You have a different perspective from your end of the bench. I’d like to know what you think.”
Sooley smiled, dribbled a couple of times, said, “We’re good, Coach. It’s early. We have a lot of experience. Once we get into conference we’ll be okay.”
Lonnie smiled and asked, “Where’s Murray?”
“Sleeping when I left the room.”
“He needs to spend more time in the gym, don’t you think?”
Sooley wasn’t about to pass judgment on his roommate or any other member of the team. Murray’s problem was that he’d rather spend time with Robin, his latest girlfriend. Evidently, they couldn’t get enough of each other and the dorm room was their favorite love nest. Sooley was spending at least an hour in either the library or the commons each night, waiting for the text that all was clear.
“He’s good,” Sooley said. “Just needs some more playing time.”
“Gee. I’ve never heard that before. If you were me, would you give him more playing time?”
“Sure, Coach, I’d give everybody more playing time.”
Lonnie laughed and glanced at the backboard. “So how many shots today?”
“A thousand.”
“Atta boy. I’m picking you up at six for dinner at our place, right?”
“Yes sir. And thanks, Coach.”
“And Murray is joining us?”
“Yes, he said so.”
“Have you ever eaten turkey?”
“No sir, don’t think so.”
“It’s overrated. Agnes is roasting a duck instead.”
“Never had that either.”
“And you’re staying with the Walkers?”
“Yes sir. They’ve invited me for the break.”
“Good. I imagine the dorm can be a lonely place.”
Not for Murray. “Yes sir, but I’m fine.”
“Did you talk to your mother this morning?”
“Yes sir. They’re doing okay, I guess. Life in the camps is not easy but at least they’re safe.”
“And no word on your sister?”
“No sir. Really, Coach, we’re not expecting to hear anything. She’s gone and we know it. We still say our prayers but it would take a miracle.”