The Poacher

Martin came to teach at the Parkwood Sports Center due to an emergency few weeks ago and know on the staff regularly.  He teaches at the the court next to me.  After today’s the lesson, he came over asking me if I know Justin’s dad. 
“Who?” 
He explained Justin’s Sharon’s kid bro.  Sharon is close friend of Pumpkin and an excellent tennis player.  I thought their dad is at the center all the time .. well, but today. 
“I’d like to coach him.  He wants to make the team.  It only takes a summer. .. Justin’s uncle is here.”  He said.
Then ask Justin’ dad next week. I suggested.
“I won’t be here next week.”  He replied.
Seriously, I don’t have Sharon’s number and felt it’s bit blatantly inappropriate, let alone poached it openly.  While I was sitting at the Craig’s court watching, Martin came in, sat down and chatted loudly.  Given the fact the two coaches don’t really know each other. 

In contrast, Craig had his left thumb and index finger banded together, “I sprained it playing baseball this morning … picking up the ball is hurtful …” but he managed to teach, at least 3 solid lessons.  During our lesson, when there were 10 minutes left, we told him that we’ll play doubles, trying to relief him: we love a solid lesson, but we also very appreciative of a good coach with great work ethic.

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