Sunday Scribblings : Good . Satisfyingly Good .
The 1st time I understood what the word good means is outside the home or school . Let me clarify that . I fullly understood the meaning of the word . It was in an athletic competition . We were practicing for a high school basketball tournament . I was in my first year then , so you can say I was a neophyte . I like that word rather than rookie or newcomer . There's a lot more fight in neophyte . Surely a lot was needed then Our new coach , Mr. Martin , was the ultimate disciplinarian . My gosh , we were playing for fun but he made us do drills as if we were in the NCAA Final Four . The guy was really stingy in his praises too. As if any positive word that comes out of his mouth was worth millions ! You really have to earn it . This ' marines in training ' conditions continued for us for more than a month until our first game . ' Boys , you are not worth the uniforms that you are wearing ' he said in his usual put down manner ' But play anyway, and we'll see what happens ' . This guy was really anti Dale Carnagie , I said to myself . What do you know . In our initial game that summer , we walloped our opponents by a wide margin . The suceeding games were ' walks in the park too '. We won the trophy and only then we heard Coach Martin say something nice about our performance . ' You played good , boys ! ' That's it , but it sure was satisfying .