Coach Childs watched the practice with growing frustration. First, Marcus was late or a no-show and without him, the rest of the defense was getting humiliated by Solomon. The Coach told Solomon to go easy, but the kid couldn’t help himself, he was just naturally hard to catch. His ability was hampered though when his older brother was on the field. The Coach hadn’t figured that one out yet either. Since the day the boys had walked on to his Pop Warner practice field, Solomon had been and continued to be Marcus’ sacrificial lamb. He simply could not get by his brother.
Coach Childs spun around to find Marcus standing there with him.
“Where have you been son?”
Marcus sneered, as usual. “Out, but I’m here now. Besides, now Solly’s all full of himself and needs to be slapped down again.”
Coach Childs frowned. “This isn’t about Solly or you Marcus. This is practice we need to get better as a team. Even with talent as great as yours, the team needs to come together.”
“Then have the team come around me Coach, because I’ll be tackling Solly and they can watch.”
Coach Childs heaved a sigh. “Get out there and help your team Marcus. Try teaching instead of gloating.”
Marcus smiled again. “You can’t teach greatness coach, you can only follow it.”
Before Coach Childs could reply, Marcus was headed out onto the field, replacing the backup safety.
Coach Childs said to himself. “It’s just a damn shame you have the talent to back up that mouth Marcus.”