Twins intrigue me, and they have since long before I was the grandparent of a set of boy/girl twins. This past week I spoke with Comanche’s assistant police chief, Kelly Davis, and the longer we talked, the more I wanted to meet his twins, Brianna and Collin, Comanche’s newest boy/girl twins. Their dad had told me that the duo really wanted to leave their Cedar Hill home, school, and friends to move to Comanche, but no high school kid ever wants to move…really, right?
Now, don’t get me wrong. I’ve been hearing about this particular set of twins since before they arrived here in Indian Land. Bri excels at softball, and Collin is just as astute on the baseball field. In our family, that gets our attention quickly. In fact, I recently interviewed the varsity girls from the Comanche Maiden basketball team and as we finished talking about basketball, and knowing most of them were heading into their softball season, I pulled a couple of the girls aside.
“I hear we have a new softball player,” I whispered softly. “Is she any good?”
When a teenage girl brags on another teenage “new” girl, you know you have a winner.
“She’s REALLY good,” was the answer a couple of Bri’s teammates told me, and I decided that it was time to schedule an interview with the twins, obviously not just about their sports…mostly about how they are doing and how hard it must be to move to a new school in the middle of the year.
My first question was simple and to the point.
“Your dad tells me you really wanted to move here, but did you actually want to leave your old school and friends to move to Comanche?”
And then, (as Collin had said about the bull sale), it was “the dangest thing.” I saw an absolute mirror image of my own twins…meaning exactly the same, but exactly backwards.
Bri (girl twin) started to answer my question, “It was hard but…”
And before anything else could be said, Collin (boy twin) interrupted in perfect twin fashion.
“When dad got the call about the job, my bags were packed and I was loading up the truck ready to go,” he assured me. “We’ve always come here every fall to hunt and spend time with Bruce and Gail, and it just felt like this was where I wanted to be. I knew it would be a big move, but I figured it would all take care of itself,” he smiled with all 100 watts showing through the extroverted personality I would soon come to understand.
Again, I turned to Bri and asked her to tell me a bit about her softball career so far.
“I used to play select softball with a girl from Comanche named Logan Degroot when we were about 14, but she had to move away from Comanche. I called her when we were thinking about moving, and she told me that I would love it here.”
According to the twins, the school environment in Cedar Hill felt (at least to them) very hostile.
Once again, Bri began the conversation, “The students at Cedar Hill are not very police friendly. We did not want them to know that our dad was a cop…”
And once again, brother Collin, broke into his sister’s thoughts.
“Cedar Hill is such a big school that the teachers don’t have time to work with you much. When you are sick or have to miss class for a game, it’s almost impossible to find someone to help you catch up on the work you miss. There are some good teachers there, but you are not going to get any type of extra help…”
And it was at this point that I was the one who broke into the conversation, looking directly at Collin.
“You’re Baby A, aren’t you?”
“I am,” he smiled.
“I knew it. I’ve never failed to pick out both Baby A and Baby B,” I bragged. Then, turning to Brianna, “He does a lot of your talking, doesn’t he?”
You have to understand that I was not being rude, not at all. In fact, I can’t say that I’ve ever enjoyed an interview any more than I enjoyed this one; however, I’ve taught many sets of twins, and remember, we have twin grandchildren, and Baby A is never hard to spot! In our family, it is Presley Young who does most of the talking for our Baby B, Gavin.
And then I laughed aloud, as I’ve done at least 100 times, as Collin’s bull sale story flitted through my mind again.
“So tell me about the bull sale and what you really thought,” I laughed.
“I just went to school one day and at least half of the school was missing. When I asked why no one was in class, someone told me that they were all at the local bull sale. Now, I’m from the city, where this just doesn’t happen. Down here it’s the real deal. Basically, I think I’m the only one that’s never even had a bull, much less had one to sale.”
And I laughed again. Why this story has tickled my funny bone so often, I don’t know, but I do know that no matter how much one wants to leave the city for the country, there’s just no way to avoid at least a little bit of culture shock!
Then, since Baby A had interrupted his little sister when I tried before, I turned back to Bri and asked again about her softball career, how she was fitting in as a Comanche Maiden, and how well she felt that the Maidens would perform this year.
Once again, Baby A picked up the story.
“We grew up a baseball family and so we’ve just always played. Our older brother was a player and we were going to his games in our diapers. Bri and I started playing when we were four, and it’s been go, go, go ever since.”
According to both twins the major difference is a “itty bitty” program vs a huge program.
“One of the biggest transitions of coming from a 6A program to a 3A program is that in the bigger programs, athletes have to specialize in one sport. In a 3A school, coaches need you everywhere. Next year, I’ll be playing football,” Collin shared with me.
“Softball is pretty much the same,” Bri’s quiet voice broke in. “I enjoy it more here because it is a better environment. I loved it in Cedar Hill, but here everyone is cheery, and we are a team, not a team of different cliques.”
The younger twin went on to explain that the very best thing about being here is just being around other girls who like to play, and who just want to do well.
Collin’s answer to my question about the best thing about being in Comanche was similar.
“The best thing is that every day is a competition. Here, with many students playing all sports, every day is a competition to see who can perform better, and that’s really the way it needs to be.”
And in case I have given you the wrong idea about the gregarious Baby A, his answer to my twin question just might surprise you.
“Moving to a new school isn’t really all that hard when you have a twin. After all, I don’t have to worry about where to sit at lunch; I already have someone to sit with.”
Neither twin knew it, but that answer caused me to blink a time or two, thinking about our own twins and how they might fight each other but will turn like those proverbial junk yard dogs if someone bothers either of them. I also noticed that, as is usual with twins, the word we is very prevalent, way more so than the pronoun I.
The Davis twins are no different. They say the competition between them never stops, and they do argue, but they are also the first to take up for each other. Of course, it was Collin who explained it all.
“We compete on everything from grades to sports…”
“I have the better grades,” Brianna finally interrupted her twin, while he just grinned and shook his head and then once again took control of the conversation.
Both twins went on to say that they felt that the teachers and coaches expected more out of them because they are PKs…not preacher’s kids…policeman’s kids.
“We think that they expect more out of us, more leadership, and more courage to step up to the task and do the right thing. They seem to think that with our father in a leadership position, we just naturally already have that same leadership quality.”
And I closed our conversation with the same question I ask every set of twins.
“Are you going to go to the same college?”
There was no hesitation on the face of either twin because apparently that has always been the plan. They both have always wanted to go to Tarleton and have already been looking at the softball and baseball programs there.
As you might expect it was Baby A who closed our conversation.
“We want to stay close enough to home that it’s not too far to drive when we want mom’s cooking!”
Did I tell you that Comanche, Texas is so happy that the Davis family chose to become a part of the community?