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Show "She's a super player. " "Isn't she the Mexican?' "Yes." "She looked good the first day, but she fell apart in the four on four." That was my fault, Kim wanted to say, but didn't, realizing it wouldn't help Pilar's case. So she said simply, "I've seen her shoot at least twenty in a row during practice." The coach flipped through several pages of the magazine. "There's a big difference between hitting twenty practice shots and twenty in a game. If we played as well in competition as we do in workouts, a lot of women would be in the N.B.A." "But if you'd just watch Pilar shoot one more time, I know you'd be impressed, Kim pleaded." "I make it a policy not to let anyone badger me into putting her friends on the team." "But Pilar's not my friend. She's simply a great basketball player. By the time she's a sophomore, she'll have gained confidence and be a real asset. And you could always use her as a substitute." For the first time since Kim had mentioned Pilar, Miss Fites put her magazine on the desk and looked up seriously at her. The coach sighed wearily. "All right. I'll be in the gym for ten minutes after workouts. If Pilar's there, I'll take a look at her." 105 |