âUnless you want to go for fiftyfive?â
âNo, fifty is fine!â I exclaimed. I spun around and dropped into position and started doing the push-ups.
As I started pumping, I saw Kia do the same and then the other kids on the teamâeverybody except Jamal. He hadnât moved. The scowl was still planted firmly on his face.
âIâm not going to do no push-ups,â Jamal snarled.
âWhy not?â Jerome asked.
âItâs not
my
fault we finished last.â
âYou finished last as a team, so you take your punishment as a team.â
âWell, it wasnât any of us who fumbled the ball!â Kia snapped as she paused between push-ups.
âThe only reason I fumbled it was because you were all so slow you put me in a big hole,â he said, pointing his finger at the rest of us, âand I had to try to go too fast to make up for it.â
âAnd does that explain why you kicked it afterward?â she demanded.
âI kicked it becauseââ
âEnough!â Jerome said, breaking Jamal off mid-sentence. âFrom both of you.â He took a deep breath. âYou donât have to do fifty push-ups.â
âWe donât?â I asked.
He shook his head. âNow you have to do fiftyfive push-ups.â
âWhat?â I gasped.
âYeah, five more for fighting amongst yourselves. There is nothing worse than members of a team fighting with each other.â
âButâ¦butâ¦,â I stammered.
âWhat if we donât do them?â Jamal asked.
âYou donât do âem and your team canât play in the games tomorrow.â
âWeâre playing games?â Jamal asked.
âAll afternoon,â Jerome said. âBut you canât play ball if you donât finish your push-ups.â
Obviously that got his attention. I knew he didnât like doing drills. He came here to play ball.
âWhatâs the point?â Jamal asked. âWeâre just going to lose anyway.â
âWhether you think youâre going to win or lose, youâre probably right,â Jerome said.
âWhat is that supposed to mean?â Jamal asked.
âIt means,â Kia said, fielding the question, âthat if you figure youâre going to lose, you are going to lose. If you believe youâre going to win, you probably will win.â
âExactly!â Jerome said.
Kia smiled. Jamal scowled. Boy, could that kid ever scowl.
âYou have to improve your
attitude
if you hope to increase your
altitude
,â Jerome said.
Jamal dropped the scowl and looked confused. I was confused as well. I turned to Kia, expecting an answer. She looked stunned too.
âAltitude,â Jerome said, answering the confused looks on our faces, âis how high you fly. You need to have a good attitude if you want to fly high. You have to believe.â
âI believe,â Jamal said.
âYou do?â a couple of kids asked in unison. I was shocked as well.
He nodded his head. âI believe we have no chance of winning a game because we couldnât win any of the relay races.â
âBut a game is different,â Kia said.
âHowâs that?â Jamal asked. âDidnât the relays involve passing and dribbling and shooting?â
âYeah,â she said.
âAnd arenât those the things that you do in a gameâ¦at least the things
I
do in a game,â Jamal added.
I had to admit he had a pointâa point so good even Kia didnât have a snappy comeback.
âSo,â Jamal continued, âwhatâs the point in doing the push-ups just so we can play a bunch of games we canât win anyway?â
Jerome didnât answer right away. That surprised me. I expected him to tell us we were as good as anybody else and had just as much of a chance to win andâ¦but that wouldnât have been the truthâ¦and I knew Jerome wasnât going to lie to
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