Here's A Game With Class, Beauty And Basketball Know-How.
By Tom Danehy
FOR JUST THIS week, I'm hoping that you, the average Weekly
reader, spend your Thursday mornings standing in front of a Circle
K, politely telling people going in and coming out that, no, you
don't need their spare change; you're just waiting for The
Weekly to arrive. So if you get this on Thursday morning,
there's still time to catch the Big Event this evening. To go
along with the hype spirit of our times, it can only be characterized
as The Coaching Matchup of the Century of the Week.
Squaring off at around 5:45 tonight in the Amphi High Gym will
be the Salpointe and Amphitheater junior varsity girls' basketball
teams. They're two of the best jayvee teams in the city. Heading
into tonight's game, Salpointe is 14-2 and Amphi is 12-4.
But the game is mere subtext here. The real action is on the
sidelines, where Salpointe coach Arlene Locklin and Amphi coach
Rebecca Chilton meet in a battle of wills, a contest of coaching
ability, and a real world-class Fashion-Off.
Both of these young women are good friends of mine and they're
both outstanding basketball coaches. I wouldn't be surprised to
see one or both of them head-coaching a college team within the
next decade.
Rebecca started out as a preteen rodeo star, then went on to
play basketball, volleyball, tennis and run track at Buckeye (Ariz.)
High School. She also played volleyball and basketball in college.
Arlene starred in basketball and softball at Tucson High, and
attended Alcorn State on a basketball scholarship. (They don't
play softball in Mississippi. Apparently, there's a law against
hitting anything white with a stick.)
They are two of the most competitive people I've ever known,
and neither is above using whatever she can, within the rules
of the game (and the bounds of decency), to help her team win.
I was playing a pickup game one day, and Chilton gave me an elbow
that's going to give my grandchildren sore ribs. She plays defense
like her next meal depends on it. And her favorite meal? Beef
jerky. (No kidding.)
Arlene and I play together on a basketball team on Sundays. Last
week she made nine three-pointers in a game. When the shell-shocked
guys on the other team finally realized that "that woman
can shoot," they went out on her and she drove through and
by them for several easy layups. She and I are also the reigning
doubles champs on the domino table, presenting an unbeatable combination
of skill, finesse, wiles, courage, and me.
Rebecca and Arlene are good friends off the court; but get them
in a competitive situation, watch out. Or perhaps just watch.
I have to be real careful here, lest I offend a person or group
of people for the first time in my writing career. I do indeed
see both of these young women as outstanding, dedicated professionals,
working hard to make their kids better basketball players and
people. However, I've heard from several single young men who
probably know about such things that both Rebecca and Arlene are
very attractive. I wouldn't know myself. I'm married, so I find
only my wife attractive.
Both of them walk around most of the time in shorts, T-shirts
and basketball shoes. But when they coach, it's like Donna Karan
is keeping score and giving bonus points for aesthetics.
I first learned about Chilton (she prefers the last name, like
Halston! or Versace) when I was coaching over at Salpointe a couple
years ago. I'd seen her in casual situations around gyms before
that, but when she got there to coach the game, she had on some
slinky black evening pant suit and heels. I spent the entire game
yelling over at her to stop flirting with the refs. And the refs
kept telling me to mind my own business.
My team, which went undefeated that year, won. But it was by
the closest margin of any conference game we had all season. She
did a great job of coaching with that bunch, but being the good
friend that I am, I like to ridicule her and tell her that she
owes all of her success to her looks.
As for Arlene, she's always at the gym on Sunday, hanging out
with the guys, playing ball and joking around. So when I see her
at Salpointe, she's wearing this backless, sideless, frontless
thing with slits up to her armpits and like, cleavage and everythang.
Last time the two teams met, Salpointe was led by Brianna Felix,
daughter of former state senator Frank Felix. Poor Brianna is
so slender, when she gives somebody an elbow, she doesn't leave
bruises, she leaves paper cuts. But she's tough as nails.
Amphi is led by Charron (Shuh-ron) Campbell. Charron is lightning
quick on the court, but off it, she walks around at the rate of
about half-a-block-a-day. I started calling her Earl, explaining
that she's possessed by the spirit of a 64-year-old white man
whose interests run the wide range from yard sales on Saturday
mornings to the swap meet on Saturday afternoons.
It should be quite a game tonight, the last one for both teams
this season. Neither wants to end such a great season with a loss.
And after it's over, stick around for the varsity game. Salpointe
is coached by my good friend and former UA player Kim Conway.
She's 6-foot-3, except when she wears heels to coach, which make
her 6-foot-5. Last time the two teams played, you should have
seen the mini-skirt she almost had on.
All three women's teams are in first or second place in their
respective divisions. It's talent and hard work that got them
where they are, not looks. But just in case, so I won't be misjudged,
I prefer to look like Rick Majerus when I coach.
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