Years ago, the little yeshiva in Skokie, Illinois, had a pathetic basketball team. Just a bunch of slightly nerdy kids stumbling around the court. Their star forward dribbled like a drunk trying to stomp a cockroach. They were so low in the Jewish schools’ league that they usually fell off the bottom of the page.
One day—wonders of wonders—the Chicago Bulls offered to coach them to basketball excellence. This was going to be The Dirty Dozen all over again. There is something deeply moving about watching hopeless losers rising to stardom. King David’s words would resonate throughout Jewish Chicago, “The stone the builders despised has become the cornerstone.” (Psalms 118:22)
What a generous act of magnanimity. Living legends of basketball like Michael Jordan and Dennis Rodman unstintingly giving of themselves. Through their concern, a motley collection of kids who had never known what it was to hear fans roaring approval, would ultimately achieve success in sports.