For the first time in eight years of coaching, I had to boot a player out of practice for speaking inappropriately to me. I couldn't believe it. That's about the last thing I ever thought I'd do.
It has been a tough year, though little of it has to do with the kids. Honestly, the kid problems I can manage and deal with... it's the crazy parents that make life difficult. I've got one who basically thinks the team sucks. I'm not sure what his measuring stick is. Maybe it's our record, 10-8, which frankly I'm proud of given our schedule against a lot of bigger (and taller) schools. I'm happy as a clam, especially because I can say with a straight face that all eight kids are markedly better than they were when I got them. They even push my intense system.
Tonight me, my JV coach and one of the kids and her mom went to see the match that determined who we would play. It ended as I expected, and the team we play we should be able to own. It all depends on which one of my teams (the quiet passive one or the loud aggressive one) decides to show up.
I'm crossing my fingers. A Cinderella story would be nice. They don't have to make a movie about it, but I'd like to make some great new memories.
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