Clare will be spending
much of the next six weeks at Immaculate Conception, a small high school
literally next door to Elmhurst College.
Back in the day, we wanted her to go there, but Clare only had eyes for
the Morton Mustangs. Better late than
never, I guess.
Last fall, Clare did an
internship with the IC athletic director.
He was impressed enough to ask her back to work—for pay—at IC sponsored
events. This weekend it was a basketball
tournament; my daughter kept the book.
The good news is it makes the time go by, keeping track of baskets,
fouls and whatnot. The hard part is the
timeouts. Clare always says how many
were used whenever she’s asked how many a team has left.
As you might expect,
the athlete (I wouldn’t call her “ex-” yet) is hard on the refs, especially
females. “They have to be twice as good
to be considered equals,” she said over the phone. This shouldn’t be true, but it is. The hitting coach on Friday sounded Clare out
on the possibility of joining him in a new venture. Somehow, I doubt she’d have many boys asking
her for batting tips, or fathers thinking they should.
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