ok, ok, ok, I can't let this one pass.
I guess I'm gonna get negative karma on this one.
I guess I'm different. maybe its how I was raised, what I did in my youth, etc etc etc. I remember my little leauge managers telling us "when the going gets tough, the tough get going." they never gave up on us. no matter if we were getting are asses handed to us or not. they'd see us with our heads down and inspired us to keep fighting. "never quit!".
I remember one time when after demolishing a team 45-0 in football (remember we're only 9 or 10 here) in the rematch we went up 14-0 late in the first qtr. then our coaches pulled the starters and put the 2nd and 3rd string guys in. all the sudden things changed. "who the hell is number 85?" a kid who looks almost twice the size of some of us magicly appeared, along with 3 other "quite large" players. by half time we were down 2O-14. our heads were down. we could'nt stop them. it took 3 to 4 guys to tackle #85. our head coach gathered us together and started apologiseing to us. he told us thier head coach asked him to go easy, he did'nt want to see his kids get crushed by us agian. so after a 14-0 lead he pulled us from the game. the other team pulled other players down from the stands and switched jerseys he told us. thier were tears in his eyes as he said it was his fault, but he told us we could still win. he was very emotional. the starters would go back in in the 2nd half, "lets kick thier ass, and show them we don't give up" he siad. he inspired us. we fought like hell. I'd go head on with #85, and while he bowled me over time TIME AND TIME AGIAN, I hung on to his leggs till 2-3 of my teamates would join and we'd bring him down. down 26-20 in the forth qtr we had time for one last play. a hail mary to (I think he name was jeff minch) our tall tight end (tall lanky kid). chuck baker threw in desperation and we watched as jeff caught it and fell into the endzone as he jumped for the ball (gee, does fathers day 3 am come to mind here anyone??). it was like winning a championship. we all ran to the endzone and mauled jeff ( a huge dog pile if anyone knows what that is). as we lined up to shake hands, seems a few players were missing from the other side, one of them #85. even when we lost games our coaches yelled at us to keep our heads up!
after reading julians story this time came back in my life came back to me and I thought I should share it.
I was brought up this way. even as I coached football in hawaii, and for one year as an asst coach on a semi pro team. I coached the same way. I never let the kids get down on themselves. I remember one kid, who while fighting to gain a few more yards with great 2nd effort wound up getting the ball stripped from him and the other team took it back for a touchdown. he was in tears (when the game ended it was the decideing touchdown). I pulled him aside and talked him back up (I was the hard nose coach.....and a good motovater) telling him in so many words "don't you dare quit!"
back in my day as a youth only the best 11 played. except in baseball where I was coached by my father, and every kid played. I remeber getting angry at him at putting in the 2nd tier guys for a few innings as we'd lose agian. why are you putting them in I asked? I wanted to win. and he told me because everyone should get a chance to play. this carried over as I coached football. I ran the defense and I told the offensive coach to take the best guys for offense and I'll take the rest. in the begining only two or three kids would come off the field when defense came on. by mid season 9 kids came off the field. every kid was garunteed 8 plays a game (I really liked the youth leauge set up). so I coached up these 2nd stringers and taught them not only the game, but taught them character. heart. to reach deep down inside and play with everything they had. to play beyound thier abilities, and never give up. as thier coach I never let them quit, just as my coaches never let me quit. I did'nt attend the team banquet that year, chooseing instead the company of some jack danials (used to be a big drinker). I'm not real big on the show and blow(thanks been great see ya next year), season was over, time to move on. I ran into a player (john painter) and his mother a few weeks later. she came over and thanked me so much for what I did for her son. he was never interested in football (or sports for that matter) she told me, and only went out cause they made him. he was the worst player on the team. we worked with him, and I took him aside from time to time and gave him one on one instruction. I had the other assitants do the same. (at the end of practice when I had "wind sprints and the 200 yrd belly flops if they had a bad practice day......remember that bro? at the end they'd blow the wistle like evrey time you got up lol. I had one kid who would walk away saying he had boy scouts and he had permission to leave. no one walks away from my practices. parents were told this from day one. its about "TEAM" no one is special. that kid saw the limited 8 plays and thats it). well one day this "premadonna" ran his mouth and teased this new player. I imeadiatly stood up and said that painter could beat him one on one in "challenge"( one on one blocking). I took john aside and talked him up, put my faith in him that I knew he could do it. john beat him all three times, to the cheers and encouragement of his teamates. john was voted most improved player that year by his teamates. anyway his mom told me he became excited about playing and started to come out of his shell (he was always very shy) and that it was me that helped him. he would always tell them about "coach miller showed me this....etc etc". I thanked her for the compliment but said he did it on his own, I had to turn away because I did'nt want them to see the water that started to come from my eyes, as it is doing agian as I tell this story. it was the one experience I will always remeber and treasure from my days in coaching. I was able to touch one kid, and got him interested in the game I love so much.
I also have one bad experience. while an asst for the semi pro team, we we'rnt very good. at the end (our last game) we we're getting trounced by the best team. we knew (the coaches) we were gonna get crushed, except for me. I said we could beat them ( never quit). as we were getting our asses kicked, the head coaches son ( a sh*tty player who reminded me of the "primadonna") kept telling our own players how bad they sucked while they were on the field. with the owner standing right next to me I told him numorus times to shut his mouth (so did the owner). finnaly haveing had quite enough I told him to go to the other end of the field and far away from me. he got in my face and said "make me" I grabbed him by his shirt hauled him in the air and proceeded to carry him to the otherside of the field. the head coach seperated us grabed me by the shirt and with shocked eyes I snapped. I pulled a buddy ryan and punched him right in the face.the players on the sideline seperated us and the owner came up to me as I started to walk towars the stands to collect myself.
while we both said what I did was entirely out of line and wrong, he had the same urges. I saw some of the players at the bar we always went to after a game. they each came up to me and patted me on the back saying about time someone did that. and would by me a drink.
I walked away and have never coached agian. maybe one day I will, like if I can watch a redskin game and not curse and yell at the TV, might be a sign that I'm ready. I don't want to berate the "primadonnas" about "have a good time at girl scouts!" as they walk away from a unfinished practice (I got quite a few visits from the AD about that). I'd rather be one to touch individuals like I did john painter. to give them confidence to be the best they can possibly be, and even go beyound what they think they can.
I was never a great athlete, or one of the best players. but I had alot of heart.
"The Evil One"
Kraven