Tooth Fairy

His family situation was a mess. Hood is like most other young men I've coached in that he has no relationship with his biological father. He lived with his mother. When I met Hood for the very first time in his home, his mom was the one to let me in. She politely greeted me with a firm handshake and a muffled hello through the hand that covered her mouth.

I used to think most boys grew up with a mom and dad, like I did. It didn't occur to me until much later in life that many fathers are regarded simply as sperm donors. These days when I meet a guy who's actual dad is involved, I'm shocked. Fatherhood seems to be a thing of the past...

My conversation with Hood went on for nearly a half hour, I recall. He expressed deep regret for what he termed "the situation" at his previous college where he stole money from his Coach's home and failed off the team. He talked about wanting to take advantage of his talent, and being the first in his family to graduate from college. Upon leaving, we set up a time to meet again so he could register for summer classes. He seemed genuinely happy to have another shot at living his hoop dream.

Hood's mother accompanied him to campus. Again, she greeted me warmly while covering her mouth. She thanked me for reaching out to her son. Tears started trickling down her cheeks as she spoke to me through her hand. I was taken aback by the moment. I told her that I'd do everything possible to redirect the path of her son. She cried even more. Hood stood there silent, embarrassed by the moment.

I called Hood's former coach (DS, the one he stole from) just to get some more details about his experience there. DS had mentioned a learning disability when we last spoke, and I wanted to get some more information about that since Hood never brought it up.

Me: I met with Hood. He seems like a good kid. Unless he's putting on an act, I think he's really looking to do differently here. How did you know he had a learning disability?
DS: Look at his high school transcript. He was in all "Learning Resource" classes.
Me: Did he send you an IEP or anything?
DS: He did, but it was old. I don't know if he could use it up there at this point. That kid has it rough. It's a wonder that he got this far in life.
Me: Why do you say that?
DS: He's got nothing! His mom is a drug addict. He's dirt poor. The kid has learning issues. He's a thief. The list goes on!
Me: Hold on! Did you just say his mother is a drug addict?
DS: Yes. A drug addict. That's between you and I. Didn't you notice that she covers her mouth when she talks? She has no teeth!