griffx
Freshmen Member
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Post by griffx on Jul 1, 2009 16:58:39 GMT -6
We just completed our local youth football camp this week. 3 high school coaches and about 35 kids 7-12, I don't know how you guys do it.
I had hell just trying to get these guys to get in line so we could start a simple drill. If I was lucky enough to get the drill started, God forbid there be some sort of distraction that would turn it all to ruins ("hey look it's a doggie!"). I can't imagine trying to teach actual plays or defensive alignments to kids at that age. And let's not forget the 20 or so daddies looking on critiquing everything. My hat goes off to you guys, they don't pay you enough : )
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Post by coachguy83 on Jul 1, 2009 20:58:33 GMT -6
Thanks for the encouraging words coach. I was actually given a raise this year with my promotion to 7th and 8th grade head coach. This year I get the giant bottle of tylenol and two big bottles of pepto.
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Post by coach4life on Jul 3, 2009 14:53:39 GMT -6
It's a labor of love. And patience. Lots and lots of patience.... LOL
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Post by eickst on Jul 4, 2009 11:36:33 GMT -6
Hey I don't mind when the kids drift off for "a doggie", my friggin wife does that "OH LOOK! a PUPPY! HES SO CUUUUUUUUTE!!!!".
But the thing that kills me is when there's a bug like a ladybug or a damn butterfly. Consider your practice over.
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Post by davecisar on Jul 4, 2009 12:34:01 GMT -6
I've never had kids drift like many here describe, 17 years worth of it.
If all the kids are engaged and busy 100% of the time and having fun, it just doesnt happen.
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Post by coachayinde on Jul 4, 2009 18:01:33 GMT -6
I can deal with the kids just fine. Its the parents who make me reconsider if this is all worth it. LOL
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Post by coachguy83 on Jul 5, 2009 11:27:35 GMT -6
But the thing that kills me is when there's a bug like a ladybug or a {censored} butterfly. Consider your practice over. I've never had a practice ruined by a butterfly, but I have a really funny butterfly story. I had a kid on my team last year who was really really intelligent, but also really really goofy. When the kid first joined the team I seriously thought that this was a kid better suited to play soccer, but we turned him into the best Dlinemen on the team as voted by his peers. So we are playing our first game of the season (the first game ever for all but one of my players and for me as a football coach). We had just finished getting the unofficial win (they didn't keep score for the 3rd and 4th graders last year) and we are celebrating on the sideline a little bit when all of a sudden this kid lets at a war cry and takes off running swinging his helmet. He was chasing a butterfly and trying to kill it with his helmet. |
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Post by touchdownmaker on Jul 5, 2009 15:50:59 GMT -6
got u all beat, bunch of bunnies hopping around our practice field....and this was 9th graders.
yeah, weee bit distracting.
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Post by coach4life on Jul 6, 2009 9:32:08 GMT -6
LOL - yeah the best way to deal with that stuff is appreciate 'em for being the young goof-balls they are and keep a sense of humor about it....
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Post by coach4life on Jul 6, 2009 9:41:42 GMT -6
Reminds me of a funny story. We're throwing in practice and I hear one of the kids in the receiver line (let's call him Jpe) talking to the other boys about observing another kid in class, how shall I say this, entertaining himself in what should otherwise be done in a very private setting at his desk in class. Now Joe is one of those kids always running his mouth if he wasn't running with his legs, so I can't let this one go:
Me: "Joe, you were doing WHAT?!?!"
Joe: "It wasn't me coach, it was another kid!!!"
Me: "Dang son, I don't know if I would admit that one out loud."
Joe: "No coach, it wasn't me, it was another kid!"
Me: "Okay, Joe, whatever you say."
After practice Joe walks up: "Coach, it really wasn't me."
Me: "Okay, buddy, no worries."
Joe seemed to find a new focus in practice after that...
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Post by captainpp on Jul 16, 2009 17:45:25 GMT -6
Got one for ya but it's not football but baseball a longggg time ago... A very small boy name Eric was in right field ... It was late in the game and we are on top by a bunch... He didn't always play outfield he was are second basemen at times . We just wanted to keep him in the game longer... Any way we as coaches made an error here by not checking are personel in the field. A ball was hit to his field but to are dismay he had his back turned from the play... We all were yelling for him to turn and make the catch... Well he turned , but no way was he going to make the catch... Reason being , he had his glove tucked under his arm and no way was he going to release his 2 beautiful bouquet of dandelions... Make up of our team was 1/2 orphans which he was... found out later since it was the last inning that he picked them for a special some-one in the stands... It was the first time that anyone like this came to one of his games...
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Post by coachguy83 on Jul 16, 2009 21:58:02 GMT -6
Got one for ya but it's not football but baseball a longggg time ago... A very small boy name Eric was in right field ... It was late in the game and we are on top by a bunch... He didn't always play outfield he was are second basemen at times . We just wanted to keep him in the game longer... Any way we as coaches made an error here by not checking are personel in the field. A ball was hit to his field but to are dismay he had his back turned from the play... We all were yelling for him to turn and make the catch... Well he turned , but no way was he going to make the catch... Reason being , he had his glove tucked under his arm and no way was he going to release his 2 beautiful bouquet of dandelions... Make up of our team was 1/2 orphans which he was... found out later since it was the last inning that he picked them for a special some-one in the stands... It was the first time that anyone like this came to one of his games... Coach I have to admit that most of these stories make me laugh until the point of crying. This one just managed to almost bring me to tears. That might be the sweetest story every put on here. Where I live we have a lot of kids that are foster kids or have been adopted out of bad situations. I know what it's like for some of these kids to finally have some one that cares and is involved in there lives. |
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