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Post by sandstorm on Apr 28, 2010 8:46:41 GMT -6
My best friend in coaching and I went out to dinner last week, and we were talking about our first year together. I was fresh out of college, and he was in his 1st year as the OC. We were both pretty young, but hired by the same guy. We have so many stories that happened that year, and we were crying by the time we left the restaurant.
We kept asking ourselves, how did we survive that place?!?!
Anyway, this got me to thinking. This board has some very good coaches and people on it, and in our profession insanity can happen quickly and often. I'd love to hear some of YOUR stories, if you would be so kind to share them.
I will go first:
Week 2, during offensive team vs. scout defense, our OC (my buddy) was not pleased with his back's blocking attitude, so he went over to the scout team and pulled a sophomore LB to fill in since he was #2 on the roster at that position. As he pulled the kid over, the scout team (jv head coach) told the OC that if he is taking his LB then he will give him the starting LB which happened to be the kid that got benched by the OC. Well, obvioulsy the OC was trying to make a point with the starter by benching him, and he surely did not want to send him over to the scout team because he wanted to teach him on the side. Anyway, the OC ignored him and the JV coach broke through the huddle, grabbed the kid that was benched by the shoulder pads and put him in the defensive huddle. At this point, the OC went back over to grab the kid and then it was on. Screaming and bumping tits, then at this point (no lie) the HC took off running screaming "I gotta go to the bathroom, ya'll handle it". At this point shoving started to become punches and I jumped in and pulled the OC away. It was the most embarrassing moment in my life, because the kids looked around at each other like "what kind of coaches do we have here?"
Needless to say, practice was a waste that day. I still call my buddy a "slap" for doing that in front of the kids. However, weeks later I ended up getting into a brawl with another coach on that staff over him threatening a kid with his life. It was a weird year, and I just thank God that I was in such a hornest nest, because I learned alot that year....what to do, but more importantly, what NOT to do!!! ;D
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Post by Chris Clement on Apr 28, 2010 10:53:09 GMT -6
Never a dull moment! I'm excited for the season to start here in a couple weeks. In a region where everyone has a fairly cursory knowledge of football at best, and the parents are raised in the tradition of hockey dads (which is actually much, much worse than football, parents have actually killed assistant coaches with their bare hands over their 7-year old's playing time and such stuff) I should receive some interesting suggestions. At least when your coaching staff is two people and you have just enough kids to fill out your starting lineups, it's hard to argue over playing time.
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Post by wolfden12 on Apr 28, 2010 10:56:49 GMT -6
That is one crazy story.
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Post by larrymoe on Apr 28, 2010 12:25:03 GMT -6
During the last week of a bad 3-6 year once we were driving the 7man sled over to a shed where it's stored for the winter. Our HC has the idea to have the seniors get on it and allow them to run it and "inspire" the younger kids to work hard to put it up. Our senior leadership that year was terrible and the younger kids all hated them because they were more focused on drinking and getting high than they were football. And our younger kids were very focused on FB and were all pretty good students.
So these kids get on the sled and start SCREAMING obscenities and very degrading things at these kids to "inspire" them. I'd seen a lot of really crazy things in my year here, but this took the cake. The younger kids were furious and looked to me as if "What the heck is going on?" I looked at our HC and he was just laughing his butt off. He thought it was hilarious. He lost what was left of those younger kids respect that day and we went 4-5 the next year losing two games by a combined 8 pts and he ended up losing his job. It was one of the most despicable things I've ever seen allowed by a guy in my years of coaching.
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Post by phantom on Apr 28, 2010 12:57:14 GMT -6
I don't remember anything from my coaching days but had a couple when I was playing:
After my soph year the small HS that I attended consolidated with two others. After my freshman year our longtime HC retired but they knew that we'd be consolidating so they didn't look very hard for his one-year replacement. They hired the basketball coach who not only knew very little football but was also a little crazy. We were charter members of the Offense of the Week Club and eventally ended up using what's now known as the BYU formation as our base. That's not the story, though.
One day we were working on pass offense and the protection was terrible (possibly caused by the fact that we never actually worked on it). In frustration, he starts looking around at the ground. Finally, his eyes brighten up, he lets out a big "Ahhhhhhhhhh" like he'd just chugged a cold beer, and drops onto his knees and starts clawing at the dirt. Hw gets up with a freakin boulder and announces, "The next guy who lets somebody through, I'm going to hit him with this rock". Well, as you might expect, that did the trick. Nobody got through again, not that anybody was trying very hard since nobody knew how the coach's aim was. (Disclaimer: some of you know that I played for a coach who is on this board. This was NOT him. This was before I played for him.)
In college we had a game in Massachusetts, an eight hour bus ride. When we get there it's dark but the coach wants to practice so we check into the hotel and he tells us to dress and come back to the bus. Trouble is he hasn't arranged for a practice field so we're riding in this bus around Massachusetts looking for a field. Finally we find one that the boss considers acceptable so we unload the bus. Problem- it's not an actual athletic field. It's just a field- an extended lawn, really- in front of a girls' school. They don't even know we're there. There are also no lights.
So, the coach has the driver turn the bus toward us and we practice under the bus headlights. The ground is really uneven so everybody is being VERY careful where they carioca. We look like a bunch of hippos tip-toing through a minefield. Well, at least we won the game
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Post by sandstorm on Apr 28, 2010 13:50:20 GMT -6
I don't remember anything from my coaching days but had a couple when I was playing: After my soph year the small HS that I attended consolidated with two others. After my freshman year our longtime HC retired but they knew that we'd be consolidating so they didn't look very hard for his one-year replacement. They hired the basketball coach who not only knew very little football but was also a little crazy. We were charter members of the Offense of the Week Club and eventally ended up using what's now known as the BYU formation as our base. That's not the story, though. One day we were working on pass offense and the protection was terrible (possibly caused by the fact that we never actually worked on it). In frustration, he starts looking around at the ground. Finally, his eyes brighten up, he lets out a big "Ahhhhhhhhhh" like he'd just chugged a cold beer, and drops onto his knees and starts clawing at the dirt. Hw gets up with a freakin boulder and announces, "The next guy who lets somebody through, I'm going to hit him with this rock". Well, as you might expect, that did the trick. Nobody got through again, not that anybody was trying very hard since nobody knew how the coach's aim was. (Disclaimer: some of you know that I played for a coach who is on this board. This was NOT him. This was before I played for him.) In college we had a game in Massachusetts, an eight hour bus ride. When we get there it's dark but the coach wants to practice so we check into the hotel and he tells us to dress and come back to the bus. Trouble is he hasn't arranged for a practice field so we're riding in this bus around Massachusetts looking for a field. Finally we find one that the boss considers acceptable so we unload the bus. Problem- it's not an actual athletic field. It's just a field- an extended lawn, really- in front of a girls' school. They don't even know we're there. There are also no lights. So, the coach has the driver turn the bus toward us and we practice under the bus headlights. The ground is really uneven so everybody is being VERY careful where they carioca. We look like a bunch of hippos tip-toing through a minefield. Well, at least we won the game Friggin priceless! I'm using the "rock" threat technique this year! ;D |
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Post by julien on Apr 28, 2010 15:18:03 GMT -6
At least when your coaching staff is two people and you have just enough kids to fill out your starting lineups, it's hard to argue over playing time. Man, you are ready to coach in Europe...  |
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Post by airman on Apr 28, 2010 15:31:00 GMT -6
I got fired my first year of coaching. I won more games as the JV coach then the rest of the whole program. yep, I was 9 and 0 and the rest of the program was 0-9. the varsity coach said I showed him up.
funny thing is I was running his offense and defense. It was me and another coach and that was it. funny, the next year the jv moved to varsity and they went 0-9.
getting fired was the best thing that happened to me.
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Post by 44dlcoach on Apr 28, 2010 21:11:56 GMT -6
You were 9-0 or your team was?
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Post by cc on Apr 28, 2010 23:45:26 GMT -6
Come on 44dl don't be a smart aleck.
Anyways. Some of these stories remind me of my own. I was with a new team as the DC and I had a crazy DLine coach who was leftover from the previous staff. Very difficult guy to get along with. Anyways, he just does not show up for 2 weeks. So I had to coach the DL. Then it's gameday of a big game and there he is! I just ignored him and kept on coaching thinking maybe he was just there to watch and we would find out later what was going on. Well he is talking to the players and then gets in my face that he is upset that I changed some things with the Dline. He was really rude and hostile and eventually threatened to kill me, this was right infront of his wife and his kid!!! Never did see the guy again. What a nut job.
A funny story to balance that was from 2 years ago. I was running the scout O and we ran a screen play and then this Dlineman made this great open field tackle on the back. Problem was that he was actually a scout team oline man!!! But he was so used to D it was just instinct. Funniest thing ever as we were all celebrating till the OLine coach came over and told us all that happend. The kid went from feeling great to having this stunned look on his face once he realized what he did. The whole team was in stitches...
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Post by airraider on Apr 29, 2010 6:44:20 GMT -6
I was trying to run Qb during inside drill.. I try to be tricky and run silent sneak just to make sure the D was on their toes.. My ILB comes up to wrap me up and his helmet clocks me in the side of the head.. instant bright flash of light.. hurting like a mother.. I dont let on.. try to be tough.. no one really even noticed it happened..
A few minutes later I feel like Im walking on air.. hard time balancing.. started to feel like I was going to throw up.. Missed the next day with a concussion..
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Post by eaglemountie on Apr 29, 2010 7:21:29 GMT -6
I was on a staff that got more fired up over politics and religion than our football team...
A specific convo between a waaay right conservative and a waaaay left liberal...
Lib: "You know I'm sick and tired of Bush and these Gas prices... why are we going after Sadam anyway???"
Con: "Do you enjoy your freedom of sleeping safely in bed at night???"
Lib: "I don't give a ****, I DONT WANT TO PAY $4 A GALLON FOR GAS!!!"
Con: "You know that's the problem with our D-Line, they are soft just like their coach!" (Liberal was the Dline coach)
And then all hell breaks loose, chairs being thrown, kids walking by wondering whats going on....
Needless to say we werent very good.
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Post by sandstorm on Apr 29, 2010 8:09:43 GMT -6
I was on a staff that got more fired up over politics and religion than our football team... A specific convo between a waaay right conservative and a waaaay left liberal... Lib: "You know I'm sick and tired of Bush and these Gas prices... why are we going after Sadam anyway???" Con: "Do you enjoy your freedom of sleeping safely in bed at night???" Lib: "I don't give a ****, I DONT WANT TO PAY $4 A GALLON FOR GAS!!!" Con: "You know that's the problem with our D-Line, they are soft just like their coach!" (Liberal was the Dline coach) And then all hell breaks loose, chairs being thrown, kids walking by wondering whats going on.... Needless to say we werent very good. I just pissed myself. |
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Post by cnunley on Apr 29, 2010 11:08:06 GMT -6
I was on a staff that got more fired up over politics and religion than our football team... A specific convo between a waaay right conservative and a waaaay left liberal... Lib: "You know I'm sick and tired of Bush and these Gas prices... why are we going after Sadam anyway???" Con: "Do you enjoy your freedom of sleeping safely in bed at night???" Lib: "I don't give a ****, I DONT WANT TO PAY $4 A GALLON FOR GAS!!!" Con: "You know that's the problem with our D-Line, they are soft just like their coach!" (Liberal was the Dline coach) And then all hell breaks loose, chairs being thrown, kids walking by wondering whats going on.... Needless to say we werent very good. LOL. That's funny. At my previous school 3 of our coaches were social studies teachers. One day they are in a heated political debate before practice. One of our players walks by them and says "In case you guys ever wonder, this conversation is exactly why none of you have ever been laid?" A few of us standing nearby lost it and we've been bustin their balls about it ever since. By far the best non-x/o quote I've read on Huey in a loooooong time. |
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Post by sandstorm on Apr 29, 2010 12:20:45 GMT -6
Great stories, keep them coming!
I was a young up and comer hotshot DC, so I thought, and I took a 3a moving up from a 2a job as a DC. I left a great place, but I was going to 3a and was going to rebuild a hideous defense. Well, I show up during the summer, and 6 kids are in the weight room. All of them are junior high kids. Kind of scratched my head and went looking for the HC. He was on vacation. So, I found a roster from the previous year and their physical forms. I started calling each and every kid, and I swear about 95% of them had non working numbers. The 5% I snagged, and told them to come up and work out for an hour. No coaches around at all, and I was starting to think I was the end of a bad joke. By the end of the summer, the HC comes hockey sliding in on his Harley. He looks in the weightroom and says, "great job man, that's the most kids we have had in the summer since I've been here". We had 9 kids in the weightroom!!!
He jumps off his bike, and comes in the weightroom and sits down. Keep in mind, I had spent the majority of the summer telling the kids NOT TO SIT in the weightroom. He starts striking up conversations with the kids right in the middle of the workout. I didn't know what to do, so I just walked around and acted like I was inspecting the weight equipment and stuff. Finally, after about 15 minutes, I told the kids to finish up their workout. Of course, they were all out of the mood at this point.
He grabs me, and ask if I could give him a hand later. Of course I said I would. He told me to meet him at the fieldhouse at 8pm. I went to grab some chow, and came back. Around 8:30pm a Uhaul truck pulls up. It's the HC and he is moving into the fieldhouse. He cleaned out the film room and put a pair of bunk beds in there, a couch, a fridge, recliner, dresser, ect. This entire time, I was just waiting for the Supt or the cops to come sliding in there guns ablazing.
I should have resigned right then and there, but I didn't. In week 5, I show up at 6am on the Saturday after just getting our tails kicked 28-0. I start my duties, and start breaking down film. The defensive staff starts rolling in around 7. Keep in mind also, I inherited my defensive staff and they were all about 60 years old. About 8am, the offensive staff comes rolling in dressed out in their favorite college teams gear ( I won't say what team just to be safe). The HC tells me that they are going to tailgate and drive down to the game for the weekend.
At this point, I was so angry. I bit my tongue. We had a game in 5 days, and I was going to prepare my tail off. We lost 35-0. I was literally sick. After the game, the HC tells us that he won't be there Saturday because he had stuff to do. I lost it, and called him out. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't take it anymore. We were screaming, and it was getting hot. When I called him out on the college tailgate thing he grabbed a letter opener and came at me with it. The coaches grabbed him, and I grabbed a piece a paper, wrote some select choice words on it that basically said I am officially resigning.
That Monday, he calls me in. He tries to be calm, I try to be calm...it just didn't happen. He hurdles over the desk, and falls right in front of me. I pounce on him with my knee in his throat. His secretary who was about 75 comes in and tries to break us up. She slips on the loose papers on the floor and falls to the ground with us. At this point, I am thinking that my coaching career is OVER!!!!
Needless to say, I resigned and went down to the MS to help out. Longest year of my life!!! I learned alot of stuff that year, even though it was literally like prison.
I'm now in a much better place in my career, and that guy is out of coaching. Looking back on the entire thing, it would have worked out that way anyway, so I should have just kept my big mouth shut and finished out the year. The kids were heartbroken. That's my biggest regret, but live and learn I suppose!
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Post by bouncingboredom on Apr 29, 2010 12:34:29 GMT -6
My first coaching job, I'm assigned to assist with the receivers. We spend the first three sessions running nothing but 10 yards Hook routes.
I finally get a copy of the playbook, open it up.... and there's no 10 yard hooks.
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Post by davecisar on Apr 29, 2010 12:45:00 GMT -6
Sandstorm,
Unreal story, thanks for sharing.
Homeless school teacher should have been your first clue things were going to go poorly IMO you see that you head for the hills.
People can't completely compartamentalize their lives; train wreck, lazy and poor decision makers rarely make good football coaches JMHO.
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Post by phantom on Apr 29, 2010 12:48:05 GMT -6
My first coaching job, I'm assigned to assist with the receivers. We spend the first three sessions running nothing but 10 yards Hook routes. I finally get a copy of the playbook, open it up.... and there's no 10 yard hooks. That's kind of like my first job (thanks a lot for bringing back THOSE memories). I was hired on Friday before practice started to be (I thought) the JV coach. On Monday, literally while walking to the practice field, the HC told me that I was also going to work with varsity WRs. I had been an OL and LB. No background with WRs in my life and we didn't have a written playbook. I think we won a game. I can't imagine how that happened. |
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Post by mitch on Apr 29, 2010 16:15:12 GMT -6
Good God!!!!
I've been doing this for 13 years and guess I'm just lucky. I don't have a thing that even compares to most of these!
Hope my luck doesn't run out.
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Post by blb on Apr 30, 2010 6:34:40 GMT -6
We hired this guy one time, long time coach, was a position coach of our HC in HS, only about 50-55 years old. He was our RB coach, former D1 player, good guy, decent coach. Anyway, we are at inside run period one day, I'm standing behind the offense when suddenly he puts his hand on my shoulder and says "Ut-OH DC...I think I just sh!t myself." unprepared for that kind of comment I just kind of looked at him, the kids huddle up and he takes 2 steps, turns, looks at me again and says "yep I sure did, I shat myself." He wasn't embarrassed or act like anything was wrong, acted like it was just an everyday occurrence for everyone. Inside run period was delayed from the laughter. And still, every time we see him we say "Holy shat it's Coach XXXXXX." That's why when you get to a certain age you should never trust a fart. |
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Post by rolltide52 on Apr 30, 2010 8:32:30 GMT -6
We had a HC that refused to get off his Fat A$$ at pratice. He worked with the Oline and sat on a bucket the entire practice. Finally me and the DC tell him that he cant keep sitting on the bucket at practice, he agrees. The next day he drove his golf cart on to the field and sat in that the whole time while chasing the kids. The funniest part was that he was so fat he couldn't fit on the drivers side. He had to sit on the passenger side of the cart and reach over to drive the cart.
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Post by sandstorm on Apr 30, 2010 10:56:11 GMT -6
We had a HC that refused to get off his Fat A$$ at pratice. He worked with the Oline and sat on a bucket the entire practice. Finally me and the DC tell him that he cant keep sitting on the bucket at practice, he agrees. The next day he drove his golf cart on to the field and sat in that the whole time while chasing the kids. The funniest part was that he was so fat he couldn't fit on the drivers side. He had to sit on the passenger side of the cart and reach over to drive the cart. Coach Mark Mangino? |
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Post by eaglemountie on Apr 30, 2010 11:08:29 GMT -6
Good friday night story...
To set the scene we are playing our cross town rivals and the HC has been on the hot-seat and was told the week before either win or you are done. So, he is already a little bit on edge going into the game and being the hot-head that he is that fact certainly wasn't going to help his demeanor.
We are in the 4th quarter, tied and are driving with about 5 min left. So you can imagine he is even more on edge.
HC on the headphones to the JV assistant coach in the booth (who was a first year guy and a bit lazy/crazy) asks where the 3 tech is lining up to so he can call FB trap that way.
JV Coach: "Well... um... What that again boss???"
HC: Where is the 3 tech lined up? To the TE or away?
JV: "Well you see boss, umm..."
HC: "D@MNIT IF YOU DON'T KNOW JUST SAY I DON'T KNOW BOSS AND TAKE THOSE D@MN HEADPHONES OFF, GO TO THE CONSESSION STAND BUY A COKE AND A HOTDOG AND ENJOY THE REST OF THE GAME!"
So what does the JV Coach do? Just as he was told and we watched him leave the booth, get a hot dog and watch us fumble on the goal line and give up a two minute drive for the win.
(We had a new HC the next year.)
Btw, we never ran FB trap well because we hardly ever practiced it!
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Post by sandstorm on Apr 30, 2010 11:15:01 GMT -6
Good friday night story... To set the scene we are playing our cross town rivals and the HC has been on the hot-seat and was told the week before either win or you are done. So, he is already a little bit on edge going into the game and being the hot-head that he is that fact certainly wasn't going to help his demeanor. We are in the 4th quarter, tied and are driving with about 5 min left. So you can imagine he is even more on edge. HC on the headphones to the JV assistant coach in the booth (who was a first year guy and a bit lazy/crazy) asks where the 3 tech is lining up to so he can call FB trap that way. JV Coach: "Well... um... What that again boss???" HC: Where is the 3 tech lined up? To the TE or away? JV: "Well you see boss, umm..." HC: "D@MNIT IF YOU DON'T KNOW JUST SAY I DON'T KNOW BOSS AND TAKE THOSE D@MN HEADPHONES OFF, GO TO THE CONSESSION STAND BUY A COKE AND A HOTDOG AND ENJOY THE REST OF THE GAME!" So what does the JV Coach do? Just as he was told and we watched him leave the booth, get a hot dog and watch us fumble on the goal line and give up a two minute drive for the win. (We had a new HC the next year.) Btw, we never ran FB trap well because we hardly ever practiced it! Greatness! I think I would have had better "eyes in the sky" than that slap. Especially if it was during rivalry week and my job depended on it. |
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Post by jrush2500 on Apr 30, 2010 11:54:41 GMT -6
It is a releif to hear that other coaches have gone through seasons from hell and survived.
My first year coaching, still in college, and I am the defensive backs coach. The DC throws me in the box. I am the only defensive coach in the box. Our first scrimmage was on a field with little to no lines, no yard markers, and the other team had no numbers. He had me give him the following info and script it during the game; personel in huddle, down and distance, where the ball was, formation, defensive call, offensive play including blocking scheme and all receiver routes, result of play. Before I could recognize half of this the play was over and I hadn't even written any of it down. I though I was going to be fired. The DC destryoed me all game long. I have to say I am glad that I went through that season. I was in my first year as a position coach on a D1 team I thought I was hot stuff. I was humbled, it forced me to learn much faster than I would have otherwise.
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Post by rolltide52 on Apr 30, 2010 12:35:57 GMT -6
Coach Mark Mangino?[/quote]
He was an absolute dead ringer for Mangino.
Size, face and all
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Post by catoc on Apr 30, 2010 13:30:17 GMT -6
All the coaches are in the office in shorts and t-shirts. Pre-Game and everybody is ready to go. So the coaches with the first group get our clothes from the coaches dressing room and change and go out to the field. O-line coach walks up to me and is proud as can be. He brags to me how much weight he has lost and that I should work out with him.
Also, it is a typical September Texas night. 7:00 pm and about 123 degrees and 99.99999% humidity.
First group goes back in and we are drained and sweating like pigs. We all go out as a team now and the QB coach comes up to me and comments how hot it is cause he hasn't been outside for 2 minutes and his clothes are drenched and how they really, really stunk.
What we come to find out later is that the O-line coach had put on the QB coaches clothes by mistake and had sweated completely thru them. Funky a$$ and ball sweat. The QB coach stunk so bad no one stood by him the entire night. He kept looking at the bottom of his shoes to see if he stepped in something.
Well at halftime I guess the O-line coach felt guilty and told some of us. And being the close staff that we were we decided not to tell the QB coach until the next day.
Dang that guy stunk all night. He said he had to take 3-4 showers to get the smell off of him.
It was awesome.
And everybody made sure that their names were on their clothes. Just like kids in summer camp.
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Post by sandstorm on Apr 30, 2010 13:33:33 GMT -6
All the coaches are in the office in shorts and t-shirts. Pre-Game and everybody is ready to go. So the coaches with the first group get our clothes from the coaches dressing room and change and go out to the field. O-line coach walks up to me and is proud as can be. He brags to me how much weight he has lost and that I should work out with him. Also, it is a typical September Texas night. 7:00 pm and about 123 degrees and 99.99999% humidity. First group goes back in and we are drained and sweating like pigs. We all go out as a team now and the QB coach comes up to me and comments how hot it is cause he hasn't been outside for 2 minutes and his clothes are drenched and how they really, really stunk. What we come to find out later is that the O-line coach had put on the QB coaches clothes by mistake and had sweated completely thru them. Funky a$$ and ball sweat. The QB coach stunk so bad no one stood by him the entire night. He kept looking at the bottom of his shoes to see if he stepped in something. Well at halftime I guess the O-line coach felt guilty and told some of us. And being the close staff that we were we decided not to tell the QB coach until the next day. Dang that guy stunk all night. He said he had to take 3-4 showers to get the smell off of him. It was awesome. And everybody made sure that their names were on their clothes. Just like kids in summer camp. Must be a fellow Houstonitte! That story gave me side stitch! Funny, funny, funny stuff ;D |
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Post by mitch on Apr 30, 2010 14:44:31 GMT -6
All the coaches are in the office in shorts and t-shirts. Pre-Game and everybody is ready to go. So the coaches with the first group get our clothes from the coaches dressing room and change and go out to the field. O-line coach walks up to me and is proud as can be. He brags to me how much weight he has lost and that I should work out with him. Also, it is a typical September Texas night. 7:00 pm and about 123 degrees and 99.99999% humidity. First group goes back in and we are drained and sweating like pigs. We all go out as a team now and the QB coach comes up to me and comments how hot it is cause he hasn't been outside for 2 minutes and his clothes are drenched and how they really, really stunk. What we come to find out later is that the O-line coach had put on the QB coaches clothes by mistake and had sweated completely thru them. Funky a$$ and ball sweat. The QB coach stunk so bad no one stood by him the entire night. He kept looking at the bottom of his shoes to see if he stepped in something. Well at halftime I guess the O-line coach felt guilty and told some of us. And being the close staff that we were we decided not to tell the QB coach until the next day. Dang that guy stunk all night. He said he had to take 3-4 showers to get the smell off of him. It was awesome. And everybody made sure that their names were on their clothes. Just like kids in summer camp. That's freakin hilarious!!!!! |
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Post by fishon37 on May 1, 2010 5:50:36 GMT -6
Worked for a guy that I loved but was probally the hardest head coach I ever worked for....one day (tue or wed in season)it was raining hard,the practice feild was completely underwater.We would normally go to the gym but we couldnt get one so the head coach said we were going to the parking lot and practicing(full gear and street shoes)....so we go out in the parking lot and start practice(a full normal practice) we are in indy and im working o-line drills trying to get kids from going to the concrete(I assumed the other coaches were doing the same)head coach blows a whistle and calls everybody up....starts ripping the kids and coaches about how the practice was not intense enough and then he said this line I will never forget"you act like you have never practice in a parking lot before" now this guy came off of state championship staffs but im pretty sure nobody there(player or coach)had ever practice in a parking lot before...any way he then told all the players to go change their shoes we were going to the practice feild(which was still underwater) which we did and finished the practice up (the practice feild was trashed for the rest of the season)
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