No Big Deal

I don't have a 'favorite author' per se, I read quite a few different authors, but a few stick out. Since Zanguin stole John Grisham, who's one of the greats, I'll have to go with John Feinstein. The reason you might not recognize the name is that Feinstein is a sports writer/novelist/occasional non-fiction author. And no, just because Feinstein is a sportswriter does not automatically make him garbage, he's actually quite talented. Feinstein likes to focus on characters, not necessarily the plot. Whenever I finish a book of his I feel like I've lost friends as these characters have been developed so well. Anyway, here goes....

Coach Chaunce silently walked onto the floor, eyeing the young men in front of him. This would be his 6th new school in as many years-quite a bit of moving for a man who had just had a heart attack. But he loved the game, ever since he could hold a basketball, he'd been involved with it. From watching, to playing, to coaching, he loved it all. Nearing his 40th year of coaching, his wife urged him year after year to finally put the whistle down, but he wasn't hearing any of it. Across four states, he'd coached high schools and community college teams, loving every minute of it. His path had led him to Quincy High School in southern Wisconsin, a school with a reputation for poor academics and worse athletics. He looked at the small, disorganized group of guys and thought to himself, "We've got some work to do."