Sports Lit Paper about the One and Only :)

My Dad means a lot to me. He has always been someone I look up to. I got the opportunity to write a paper on him for my Sports Literature Class and it was amazing for me to see the dedication he has for the game of basketball. My dad really is an amazing guy, and here is his basketball story told through me :)....

The Thirteenth Man

            Five feet ten inches, 150 pounds, and with brand new pair of white basketball shoes, Jeffrey Pedigo stepped onto the basketball court. It was the first day of tryouts for the sophomore basketball team. He looked around, on his left and right there were boys lined up who were much taller and had been playing competitive basketball their entire lives; but Jeff didn’t let this get to him. He gave it all he had, and the health teacher, Coach Smithson saw it, and let him on the team as the thirteenth man. Looking back, Jeff said he would have probably quit the game of basketball if he hadn’t made the team. To be honest, Mr. Smithson did it out of pure pity. He saw a boy who was there because he loved the game. The health teacher/basketball coach didn’t expect him to stay that whole season, maybe he would drop out after the multiple benched games, but Jeff persisted.
            His first game, Jeff suited up. The Everett High School team was suited up in the new team jerseys, everyone that is, except Jeff. He got the old XL outfit that was from the 1950’s, completely made of silk and overly humiliating. There was nothing else that screamed, “The thirteenth man” like this jersey did. But Jeff didn’t let that get to him; he suited up every game with pride. That jersey meant that he had made the team and that he was important. It was a symbol of acceptance and he would hold onto that forever. Pretty soon the season was over, but that didn’t stop him from practicing. Growing up he played street ball with some friends and his two older brothers, rain, shine, sleet or hail, those boys were out playing ball. This was his way of practicing during the off-season, and it payed off.
            Junior year Jeff stepped onto the court once again, but something was different. Instead of being only five foot ten inches he had grown to six foot five. His basketball skills had improved because of the time put in during those off-season months. The boys who had made fun of him sophomore year were now intimidated, where had this guy come from?!? He beat out some of those boys and ensured himself a spot on the Junior Varsity team. Their season was undefeated, and together they won league. Senior year went the same way, but this time, Jeff brought his dunking skills to tryouts. Impressed with his abilities he easily earned his spot on the Varsity team, which was ranked number one in the state, but was defeated at districts by their rivalry school. Throughout his high school basketball career it was all him. He bought his own basketball shoes and basketball; his mom never told him to go to practice, or to go outside and shoot hoops. But that is what showed his true love for the game, he didn't have to have anyone telling him to do it, he just did.
            After high school Jeff served a mission for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints in Germany for two years, while he was out there he grew to an astounding six feet eight inches tall and 195 pounds, perfect basketball body. Upon returning home, he went back to college and decided to walk on to Everett Community College’s basketball team, and immediately he knew this was the place to be--On the court. By this time Jeff had worked his vertical up to a 34”, was in tip top shape, and could shoot a three on the fly. The community college played around Washington and Oregon, which eventually led to interest in him. He was offered scholarships by Colorado State and Eastern Washington, but chose to pursue his career path in real-estate. During his second season playing basketball he injured his shoulder which would put him out of competitive basketball, and his career as a college basketball player was over.
            He continues to play recreational basketball to this day, whether it is with church buddies or just random games he picks up at the gym. When he plays you can see his love for the game. Basketball fuels him, drives him, and motivates him. He might not be able to play as aggressively as he did before, but he doesn’t mind, he has turned to coaching. He doesn’t get payed for it, he volunteers his time. He coaches boys from the age of eleven to eighteen, and they all love him. He is an influence in their lives, and has given those “thirteenth man” boys that chance. 




And that's my dad :)....the goofy man who has taught me so much about life. 

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