Unit 2: Selection Vocabulary 2

Together, over time, Pat and I talked about the transition of me becoming the head coach quite a bit.

She created opportunities for women when there had been none before, and her monumental influence on the game of basketball made little girls all over the world—little girls who may never have seen the Lady Vols play—feel seen and strong.

Her health was declining and I was traveling more, so when I couldn’t visit, I’d call.

Pat’s presence when she was alive was so big that the void she left was inevitably going to be vast.

Pat’s presence when she was alive was so big that the void she left was inevitably going to be vast.

However, playing at a high level requires an athlete to master a very specific technique for each skill.

The ladies on the Olympic volleyball teams might make it look easy. That’s because years of practice have refined their movements so they appear fluid and graceful.

Personally, I chose volleyball because it required work.

I had to bleed and I had to sweat just as hard as any other elite athlete.

I resent that this article implies volleyball players have somehow chosen an “easier” path.

The dark sky, filled with angry, swirling clouds, reflected Greg Ridley’s mood as he sat on the stoop of his building.

Some of the guys had held an impromptu checker tournament there the week before, and Greg had noticed that the door, once boarded over, had been slightly ajar.

He vaulted over the outer stairs and pushed tentatively on the door.

Greg, except for an involuntary tremor in his knees, stood stock still.

They used to say I sung the blues so sweet that if I sang at a funeral, the dead would commence to rocking with the beat.

He was an eerie sight, a bundle of rags standing at the top of the stairs, his shadow on the wall looming over him. Maybe, the thought came to Greg, the scene could be even eerier.