- CAPTAIN -
"Come on, boys! Let's go!"
Coach Bolton's voice rang out strong across the gym.
Perched behind the coach on the bleachers, one of the spectators leaned forward to get a better view of the scrimmage. Steve didn't often make it back to Albuquerque, but when he did, he liked to stop by and visit his old friend Jack Bolton.
"They're looking good this year, Coach," Steve remarked. He grinned knowingly. "Especially that kid you've got running the point."
Jack almost seemed to puff out with pride. "Troy's always completely focused when he's on the court," he said. "110% every time, that kid."
Steve watched as Troy grabbed a long rebound off the side of the rim and quickly pushed the ball up the floor, leading the fast break to the other end. He darted between his defenders and dished off to his teammate with the crazy black hair, resulting in an easy lay-up and an exchange of high-fives.
"You must be proud, Coach. I know a playmaker when I see one."
Jack blew his whistle. "That's it, good hustle, guys. Hit the showers."
Troy jogged over to the sidelines, and his father threw him a towel.
"Thanks, Dad. Hey, Steve." The teenager nodded a greeting to his father's good friend.
"Looking good, Captain," Steve said with a smile. "This just might be the year you guys give West High a run for their money."