DavidinNaples
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With the exception of several well known Boneyarders, most people avoid situations that may result in public embarrassment. We prefer to remain anonymous in our comfortable world, sticking to a routine that has been scrubbed clean of pain, conflict and in some cases, challenges. Briana Pulido and Tierney Lawlor are not like that, choosing instead to walk-on to the defending National Championship UConn basketball squad.
When you walk-on at UConn you don't show up the first day of practice and put on a practice jersey. You call assistant coaches asking for a brief tryout and submit a basketball resume you know pales in comparison to players they didn't even bother to recruit. In Lawlor's case, you explain that at 5'7" you played center in high school because the coach asked you to, not knowing the UConn staff has already figured out you led the team in rebounding and only "team first" players even get consideration. When you somehow make it through the initial shooting/physical stages, all you have to do next is impress Geno Auriemma, a coach so tough and demanding he used to yell at Diana Taurasi. Fear and anxiety could make you give up, but you don't.
Imagine trying out for a team who's "worst" player just averaged 34 points per game and was Parade Magazine's Player of the Year. Imagine the training table conversation where your summer highlight was a job at The Gap while five of your teammates went to Russia and Lithuania to earn gold for the USA, against the world's best basketball players. Imagine practices where some players are 9-10 inches taller than you and the only one your size is so fast she can run through a car wash without getting wet. What were these two thinking?
"Making" the team now seems easy once practice starts. Endless drills and relentless running tears you down until your muscles burn and spasm. And then you get to lift weights. Your body begs your brain to stop this nonsense, but your brain is too tired to listen. Classes have started and you have three hours of homework to do before collapsing into bed. The only highlight at practice is when Coach Auriemma yells at you for some dumb mistake. At least you now know he cares enough to correct. You start to feel like maybe you belong. Maybe.
The local media eventually wants to interview you, but you correctly suspect it is more about curiosity and their nagging deadline. After all, "Walk-ons at UConn" is a story that will sell. But you stay, and survive day after day, until suddenly it is game time. No matter that it is an exhibition against a Division 2 school. You are wearing the UConn uniform. The same one as KML, Hartley, Stewart and Dolson. You warm up with the team, go to the bench and hope Geno calls your name before the final buzzer. And you pray if he does, you don't completely embarrass yourself. But mostly, you pray he does.
Lawlor, called "T" by Auriemma, played the final 3:31 of the victory over Gannon. Pulido, alias Polly, entered the game with 2:55 left and took a pass from Stewart and scored on a sweet double-pump layup. The team and the arena went nuts with excitement. Lawlor and Pulido belong. Both decided just an ounce of reward beats pounds of pain. They endured and succeeded at something most of us wouldn't have even tried. Courageous? Absolutely. Crazy? Probably some of that too...
Congrats TLaw and Polly....Go Huskies..!!
When you walk-on at UConn you don't show up the first day of practice and put on a practice jersey. You call assistant coaches asking for a brief tryout and submit a basketball resume you know pales in comparison to players they didn't even bother to recruit. In Lawlor's case, you explain that at 5'7" you played center in high school because the coach asked you to, not knowing the UConn staff has already figured out you led the team in rebounding and only "team first" players even get consideration. When you somehow make it through the initial shooting/physical stages, all you have to do next is impress Geno Auriemma, a coach so tough and demanding he used to yell at Diana Taurasi. Fear and anxiety could make you give up, but you don't.
Imagine trying out for a team who's "worst" player just averaged 34 points per game and was Parade Magazine's Player of the Year. Imagine the training table conversation where your summer highlight was a job at The Gap while five of your teammates went to Russia and Lithuania to earn gold for the USA, against the world's best basketball players. Imagine practices where some players are 9-10 inches taller than you and the only one your size is so fast she can run through a car wash without getting wet. What were these two thinking?
"Making" the team now seems easy once practice starts. Endless drills and relentless running tears you down until your muscles burn and spasm. And then you get to lift weights. Your body begs your brain to stop this nonsense, but your brain is too tired to listen. Classes have started and you have three hours of homework to do before collapsing into bed. The only highlight at practice is when Coach Auriemma yells at you for some dumb mistake. At least you now know he cares enough to correct. You start to feel like maybe you belong. Maybe.
The local media eventually wants to interview you, but you correctly suspect it is more about curiosity and their nagging deadline. After all, "Walk-ons at UConn" is a story that will sell. But you stay, and survive day after day, until suddenly it is game time. No matter that it is an exhibition against a Division 2 school. You are wearing the UConn uniform. The same one as KML, Hartley, Stewart and Dolson. You warm up with the team, go to the bench and hope Geno calls your name before the final buzzer. And you pray if he does, you don't completely embarrass yourself. But mostly, you pray he does.
Lawlor, called "T" by Auriemma, played the final 3:31 of the victory over Gannon. Pulido, alias Polly, entered the game with 2:55 left and took a pass from Stewart and scored on a sweet double-pump layup. The team and the arena went nuts with excitement. Lawlor and Pulido belong. Both decided just an ounce of reward beats pounds of pain. They endured and succeeded at something most of us wouldn't have even tried. Courageous? Absolutely. Crazy? Probably some of that too...
Congrats TLaw and Polly....Go Huskies..!!