jaydub66
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Post by jaydub66 on Nov 15, 2016 7:28:56 GMT -6
I want to hear from a lot of the guys who have been coaching 20-30+ years about moments that they were embarrassed of.
John Wooden in his one book tells the story about how he was embarrassed and ashamed of having 0 tolerance rules because his 1st year he had a no smoking policy and if a player was caught smoking, they were kicked out. A player who was only going to college because of his ability was caught smoking, was kicked off the team, lost a scholarship offer, dropped out of school because of it, and ended up working in a Quarry.
My most embarrassing moment was last year during half time where the refs were really mishandling what the other team was doing with defensive fouls when we were just trying to get to half time by running clock. We were losing by 2 TDs, the refs, we had a kid lost his mind on the sideline. I was frustrated and the language I used, not the tone because I wasn't mad at my kids I was really calm and positive, they were playing hard, I was just frustrated and use some foul language I wouldn't normally use and it's the only thing I would go back and change if I could.
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Post by rsmith627 on Nov 15, 2016 18:32:08 GMT -6
Got caught on some film with some syrup in the locker room. Bad news.
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Post by dytmook on Nov 15, 2016 19:23:20 GMT -6
Told a kid not to grab a kick off I thought I was going out of bounds. We were getting destroyed and I lost my focus for a moment.
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Post by somecoach on Nov 16, 2016 2:04:18 GMT -6
Got caught on some film with some syrup in the locker room. Bad news. ... that was you?!?! lmao still can't believe that was a real article
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Post by 50slantstrong on Nov 16, 2016 9:27:48 GMT -6
My first year I was a lunatic....
I was coaching a JV game and a player got hurt. I had to help him off the field along with the trainers and managers. So a couple series later we were returning a kick and had 10 guys on the field. The missing guy was the said injured guy. I proceeded to lose my ish, completely forgetting he was hurt.
Good times
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Post by mnike23 on Nov 16, 2016 9:36:30 GMT -6
good lord where to start.
10+ years ago we were beating a team and it was a monumental upset. like no way, no how POS school should be school with 2 NFL players on it. we did, they freaked out as we are in victory. kid dives over the line and helmet to helmet the qb, not once, but 2 times. our sideline flips out and rushes the field, as do theirs. i witnessed coaches(not mine thank god) holding kids as other players was punching them. it was completely a chit show, cops had to come to field, etc....they had 13 ejected, we had 8. thank god season was over.
2 seasons ago after the season was real bad(3-7 the season before and returned alot, turned to 1-9). in last game of the season, we are driving to win the game. 4th down not converted and the WR and QB yelling and screaming up the sidelines, MF this, FU that, you suck, this team sucks, stadium was quiet, everything was heard. it was by far the most embarassed I have ever been. drunk dads in the stands yelling at the coaches and the kids, a total and complete disorganized mess.... thank god I was fired, hahahahaha...
got a couple more, will save them.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 16, 2016 19:20:37 GMT -6
My most embarrassing moments relate to lighting kids up for not doing their job. I cringe when I think about a couple times I've hollered at kids.
Not me but a fellow assistant coach was fired up and yelling at kids, he completely lost it and moved his bowels in his pants (he had the stomach flu and shouldn't have even been at the game, obviously). It was horrific, he acted like it was nothing. Got through that defensive series and then ran to our locker room to change (fortunately it was a home game and he had a change of clothes. Kids still ride him hard about that.
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Post by orion320 on Nov 16, 2016 19:31:25 GMT -6
While the OC was giving an inspired speech before a game against our rival, I was standing in the corner of our locker room (which was not very big) and let out a loud, pungent, and aromatic fart.
While installing a Wedge blocking scheme I proceeded to tell our O-Line, 'ram it right up his A-Hole,' referring to the Center.
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Post by freezeoption on Nov 16, 2016 20:10:31 GMT -6
coming back from a semifinal game, we won, we went to eat at a shoneys after the game, I didn't eat much back then, had no money, so I ate a good amount, on the bus ride I started feeling sick, I held it in, but I could tell it wouldn't be long, I had the kids clean out a five gallon bucket of apples that someone gave us for the ride, as soon as I got of the bus at the school I started puking in the bucket, I was giving orders on where to put stuff away between blowing chunks, I filled half that bucket, I kept telling kids to stay away from me cause I didn't want them to get sick,
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Post by coachfloyd on Nov 17, 2016 12:16:23 GMT -6
Last year our headsets crossed over onto the radio. I never ever cuss, at least not out loud. We lined up wrong for the second time in a row after just fixing it on the sideline. I said, "Get that stupid mothergrabber off the field and dont put his stupid mothergrabbing a?? back in."
Except I didnt say mothergrabbing if you know what I mean. That Sunday, in the Sunday school class that I teach, a lady said, "We heard you on the radio Friday night."
It was the only game Ive cussed at in the past ten years. Perfect timing.
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Post by pistola on Nov 17, 2016 12:21:30 GMT -6
Last year our headsets crossed over onto the radio. I never ever cuss, at least not out loud. We lined up wrong for the second time in a row after just fixing it on the sideline. I said, "Get that stupid mothergrabber off the field and dont put his stupid mothergrabbing a?? back in." Except I didnt say mothergrabbing if you know what I mean. That Sunday, in the Sunday school class that I teach, a lady said, "We heard you on the radio Friday night." It was the only game Ive cussed at in the past ten years. Perfect timing. Every time I set our headsets up, this type of scenario crosses my mind.. Horror stories right here!
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Post by tothehouse on Nov 17, 2016 12:30:15 GMT -6
I was standing on the goal line training the punt returners not to back up from the 10 yard line when the punt was kicked over their heads. At the same time the LIVE punt occurred I was watching the punt. It hit about the 5 and had a great chance to be downed before going into the end zone.
Out of no where...one of the kids on the punt team RAN INTO ME...going FULL SPEED...IN PADS. I remember bouncing up, but I landed 8 yards deep in the end zone.
But my primal instincts kicked in and I went after the kid...I was PISSED. At the same time our cross country team was having a meeting about 20 yards from where I landed. I laced into the kid for hitting me with the most SALTY language I've used ever on the field. I M F'ed that kid all the way to the other goal line. I swear he did it on purpose. He swears he didn't.
There are only a few people around that saw this happen...and they just remind me of how far I flew in the air. If it happened now...I'd probably still be in the hospital with broken pieces.
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Post by fantom on Nov 17, 2016 12:51:19 GMT -6
I was standing on the goal line training the punt returners not to back up from the 10 yard line when the punt was kicked over their heads. At the same time the LIVE punt occurred I was watching the punt. It hit about the 5 and had a great chance to be downed before going into the end zone. Out of no where...one of the kids on the punt team RAN INTO ME...going FULL SPEED...IN PADS. I remember bouncing up, but I landed 8 yards deep in the end zone. But my primal instincts kicked in and I went after the kid...I was PISSED. At the same time our cross country team was having a meeting about 20 yards from where I landed. I laced into the kid for hitting me with the most SALTY language I've used ever on the field. I M F'ed that kid all the way to the other goal line. I swear he did it on purpose. He swears he didn't. There are only a few people around that saw this happen...and they just remind me of how far I flew in the air. If it happened now...I'd probably still be in the hospital with broken pieces. Bet it taught you to pay attention, though.
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Post by tothehouse on Nov 17, 2016 12:57:49 GMT -6
I never put myself in harms way. Never knew the kid was screaming down the field. In fact...if I remember...I thought kicks just coming. Not the kids covering it. I don't think I would have stood there in a live situation. Maybe I'll blame a coach on turning it into a LIVE drill without telling me. Me and the player hugged it out...but man...I was pissed. Then we laughed about how far I flew. Good times.
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Post by CoachMikeJudy on Nov 17, 2016 13:00:29 GMT -6
These are mine:
1) Away game, freezing cold, I'm a young assistant coach in the box. We are actually IN a pressbox, with wall partitioned off from the announcer. We were REALLY bad, and we were essentially stealing a game from a much better team at their homecoming. Refs start making some CRAZY calls and non-calls in their favor, and I start to lose it. The Pressbox window was open, and I (oblivous to that) start losing my chit...MFing everyone quietly until I lose if and let out a long drawn-out "FAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK" that the entire stadium heard. AS I'm yelling this, our film guy sprint to shut the window, and as he slams it down the glass shatters. What a mess. Very embarrassed.
2) Getting a$$ kicked at halftime, team is very flat. I was a young assistant (I see a trend here...) and was getting more and more pi$$ed as I see the kids not responding to the HC pleading for them to wake up and play. I lose it (par for the course) started punching and kicking lockers, caving them in and finally kicked a gatorade bottle. It launched across the room and hit the assistant head coach (my buddy) in the chest, broke the lid off, and gatorade exploded all over him. It was like a perfect soccer corner kick, curved and everything. The kids thought we were going to fight each other, but he just spit the gatorade out and screamed out in excitement. The kids were scared to death and we got mauled the 2nd half. We still laugh about this one, but I was embarrassed.
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Post by mnike23 on Nov 17, 2016 13:05:25 GMT -6
These are mine: 1) Away game, freezing cold, I'm a young assistant coach in the box. We are actually IN a pressbox, with wall partitioned off from the announcer. We were REALLY bad, and we were essentially stealing a game from a much better team at their homecoming. Refs start making some CRAZY calls and non-calls in their favor, and I start to lose it. The Pressbox window was open, and I (oblivous to that) start losing my chit...MFing everyone quietly until I lose if and let out a long drawn-out "FAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK" that the entire stadium heard. AS I'm yelling this, our film guy sprint to shut the window, and as he slams it down the glass shatters. What a mess. Very embarrassed. 2) Getting a$$ kicked at halftime, team is very flat. I was a young assistant (I see a trend here...) and was getting more and more pi$$ed as I see the kids not responding to the HC pleading for them to wake up and play. I lose it (par for the course) started punching and kicking lockers, caving them in and finally kicked a gatorade bottle. It launched across the room and hit the assistant head coach (my buddy) in the chest, broke the lid off, and gatorade exploded all over him. It was like a perfect soccer corner kick, curved and everything. The kids thought we were going to fight each other, but he just spit the gatorade out and screamed out in excitement. The kids were scared to death and we got mauled the 2nd half. We still laugh about this one, but I was embarrassed. literally lol right now. those are 2 good ones!!
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Post by coachfloyd on Nov 17, 2016 13:25:29 GMT -6
I also once shattered the pressbox window pane onto all the people below. It was completely an accident but happened right after a bull crap helmet to helmet on a 3rd and long sack.
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jaydub66
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Post by jaydub66 on Nov 23, 2016 2:31:43 GMT -6
I also once shattered the pressbox window pane onto all the people below. It was completely an accident but happened right after a bull crap helmet to helmet on a 3rd and long sack. This past year I dropped a pen from good distance up onto a fan at an away game. They weren't happy and I lost a very good gel pen. At an away game, our opponent only had a scissor lift, no room in their huge press box. We were pretty close to our fans and they were yelling directly at me and the 2 other coaches in the box. I couldn't really hear them because I had the head phones on but they were yelling with like hate and anger in their eyes, really no way to describe it without it seeming I am being to easy on them. No joke. They were mad. I wouldn't say either situation I was embarrassed but I was mad about losing a good pen and I felt ashamed in our fans. I get every team has loons but it's just sports. Regardless of school affiliation and regardless of if your kid is on the team, I don't think sports needs people acting like that.
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Post by vanden48 on Nov 23, 2016 11:18:19 GMT -6
I was coaching college ball down in Arkansas. I was a GA at a D2 down there. I worked for a DC that was known as the "GA Killer". I was also in charge of the equipment room and travel logistics. On an away game to Georgia I started to load the bus at like 4:00am, after leaving the office at like 1:00am. I had everything in there. When we get to the hotel I realize I forgot to bring the sideline white boards. I called a taxi and went to Wal-Mart and bought two brand new ones, the old ones mind you were falling apart. After the first defensive series we are going over adjustments and the such, I am holding the white board and the DC is drawing up stuff. We get done and he grabs me by the collar and says "Don't you ever forget the white boards again or I will kill you".
Same season different game. We are down in Louisiana. We are doing our pre-game prep practice. I was responsible for having all of the depth charts and call sheets printed up and ready to go. Head coach is going through everything. We go through all the special teams and get to Punt. 1st team goes out no problem, then 2nd team is missing a few guys. Head Coach looks for the depth chart. The damned punt team depth chart didn't print off. Head coach calls me up to him in front of the entire team and rips me a new one. Then the "GA killer" DC rips me a new one behind the team and told me he was going to kill me when we get back to Arkansas.
I did learn a ton of football in those two years and probably had my life threatened at least 100 times.
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Post by freezeoption on Nov 23, 2016 14:13:53 GMT -6
I wouldn't go canoeing with that guy.
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Post by coachphillip on Nov 24, 2016 0:49:05 GMT -6
I was a young coach (I definitely see the theme) and wanted to rush down to the field to bestow some knowledge on the DC that I had gleaned from being up in the stands with the rest of the peanut gallery. I think I remember using the phrase "Coach NEEDS to know this." Oh my god, I can barely get through this story with how embarrassing that mindset is. I get down to the track and decide instead of running all the way to the gate, I'm going to be a bada$$ and jump the fence. I was still one year removed from playing and in good shape. Would've been a great idea ... if the exact spot I chose wasn't a gate that was closed and I didn't notice because I was too busy being self important. I hopped one leg up over and the whole gate swung open and dropped me on the back of my head. HC looks over and says "Biggest hit of the night right there." I turned right around and went home. NOT TO MY CAR. Home.
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Post by ksmitty79 on Nov 28, 2016 22:28:25 GMT -6
So our first week of practice of year it came a down pour so we moved field to the "Field of Dreams" RED clay hard pack. I go and change shoes and put on some muck boots because I know its slicker then snot. First thing I do when I get up to the field... Kick a damn football!!! Go to swing my leg...Plant foot starts to slide and I look like an Olympic Figure Skater for what seems like 30 seconds.. Fall on the ground and the white shirt now have a bright red tent to in and my grey shorts are ruined. The head man finally makes it up to the field of dreams and says the hell with this "we're done for the day!" We were up there all of 5 minutes. The Assistant coach I rode up there with wouldnt let me ride back with him (can't blame him one bit.) It wasn't bad that all the kids laughed and what not. It was walking down the hill to the field house where about 45 kids parents were huddled up under the field house porch waiting for us to finish.. One kind lady said "so your the reason why we heard all of that laughing.." Yes Ma'am it was me... "Well did you have a nice fall"
Fast forward a couple of months to Senior night and we have our kids fill out a questions for the announcer to read off their answers. One of them being "what is your most memorable moment playing football" 11 out of the 17 Sr. Named that moment... I never live that down!
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Post by cecphillipsiii on Nov 29, 2016 9:06:09 GMT -6
I have two...one of a friend of mine (first) and the second is associated with me and an incident:
1st...my buddy was the DB coach for a school in GA. They have food up in the box every game for coaches at every school I've ever been to in GA. Finger sandwiches, chicken wings, fruit, it's literally a spread. Well this one night, they were struggling defensively and the following situation happened right before halftime. My buddy was in the box and on the headsets with the DC...about that time the DC radioed up: "what's going on man, what do you see?" Well my buddy started to provide the DC with his answers. About that time, unbeknownst to my buddy, the HC switched over to the defensive headsets and listened in. My buddies reply..."Well from the looks of things we have two major problems: #1 they are running the ball right up our a$$e$ and we can't do anything about it and #2 we just ran out of chicken wings. Needless to say, the HC spent the entire 20 minute halftime giving my buddy a piece of his mind.
2nd...We were about ready to start practice but prior to, I had a situation arise in the locker room and at that point I kicked off a highly volatile young man. Needless to say, he was not happy with my decision at all. He started ranting and raving in the locker room...cursing like a sailor...just going completely nuts. Well I ushered him on outside in which he continued dropping any and all curse words...not sure he even fit a common English word in between any of them. We passed the corner of the locker room where a number of steps take you up to the parking lot...well this kid is going completely nuts. His language is just poor and the timing wasn't great...as we passed the steps, I looked up and coming down the steps to say hello are the Superintendent and Assistant Superintendent. They just wanted to stop by and catch a little practice and say hello. I pointed at both of them and said: "Excuse me, but I will be right with you guys in just a moment."
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Post by msirishman on Nov 30, 2016 9:10:04 GMT -6
These are mine: 1) Away game, freezing cold, I'm a young assistant coach in the box. We are actually IN a pressbox, with wall partitioned off from the announcer. We were REALLY bad, and we were essentially stealing a game from a much better team at their homecoming. Refs start making some CRAZY calls and non-calls in their favor, and I start to lose it. The Pressbox window was open, and I (oblivous to that) start losing my chit...MFing everyone quietly until I lose if and let out a long drawn-out "FAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK" that the entire stadium heard. AS I'm yelling this, our film guy sprint to shut the window, and as he slams it down the glass shatters. What a mess. Very embarrassed. 2) Getting a$$ kicked at halftime, team is very flat. I was a young assistant (I see a trend here...) and was getting more and more pi$$ed as I see the kids not responding to the HC pleading for them to wake up and play. I lose it (par for the course) started punching and kicking lockers, caving them in and finally kicked a gatorade bottle. It launched across the room and hit the assistant head coach (my buddy) in the chest, broke the lid off, and gatorade exploded all over him. It was like a perfect soccer corner kick, curved and everything. The kids thought we were going to fight each other, but he just spit the gatorade out and screamed out in excitement. The kids were scared to death and we got mauled the 2nd half. We still laugh about this one, but I was embarrassed. #2 is fantastic!! Made my day, thanks I needed that.
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Post by hsrose on Dec 2, 2016 22:46:18 GMT -6
Not at the high school level, and not on the field, but a good story none the less.
I took over as the HC of a local youth team, the one with players 8-12 and some lighter 13's. When they called me and said I was the HC it was like "Congratulations, you are now the head coach. Here is your roster, get all these kids to come back, you have no coaches, no cheer manager, and no business manager. Good luck." I jump in, do my thing, the first season goes well.
Part of the deal that I didn't realize is that in that league the HC was more of a general manager, I had overall responsibility for the coaches and players, but also for all finances, and for the cheer program. Somebody complains about the cheerleaders, it comes to me. Somebody doesn't like the league mandated fundraiser, it comes to me. So I start developing this general manager, CEO in today's vernacular, and keep pushing ahead. Things are going well, we're winning, cheerleaders are winning all of their competitions, they are kicking a$$. Their league cheer competition, for example, was held in a large gym, that lasted over 3 hours, and was a required attendance for all of the players, and this is after the season. Try explaining that to the dads and moms. Because I had responsibility for everything I actually started trying to figure the cheerleading thing out, how it worked, progression to high school, who was in which camp, all that. At one point I even had the girls do the dynamic stretching warmups with the players. The league told me they were part of the team and that I had to integrate them, and man, I tried.
Anyway, it's now the February/March after my 2nd season of coaching. I take my eldest daughter to the orthodontist for her checkup, get her in, I go sit down in the empty office, pick up a magazine, and kick back. Nobody else in there. Another mom comes in with her precious offspring, gets checked in, the kid goes back, she comes over near me, nods, gets a magazine, and sits down. Everything is good.
After a few minutes I hear a very audible 'humph' from her and a somewhat perturbed shifting of the legs. Something is bothering her. I mean, I'm reading the magazine, no idea what is going on, it's still just she and I.
Another few minutes go by and this time its a 'HUMPH!' with the angry leg cross and a full body shift. I've obviously done something to offend her but I have no idea. I used deodorant, no spinach in the teeth, clean socks, no flatulence, no idea what is going on.
So, now after a few more minutes she throws down the magazine, gets up, straightens her skirt, and moves clear across the waiting area to the other side. Takes her seat, gets a magazine, and shoots me the 'You need to be dead' look. I still have no idea what I could possibly have done to offend her but I have really done something.
So I'm trying to figure this out when I looked down at the magazine. It was only then that I realized I was sitting by myself, in a corner of a pediatric orthodontist office reading a high school cheerleading magazine. When she had been sitting near me I had been checking out the ad for uniforms.
I can only guess that the site of a 40+ year old man, with a scruffy beard, sitting by himself reading a magazine devoted to teenage girls might have upset her delicate nature. I laughed and laughed about that, still tell that story.
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Post by PIGSKIN11 on Dec 3, 2016 0:38:13 GMT -6
Not at the high school level, and not on the field, but a good story none the less. I took over as the HC of a local youth team, the one with players 8-12 and some lighter 13's. When they called me and said I was the HC it was like "Congratulations, you are now the head coach. Here is your roster, get all these kids to come back, you have no coaches, no cheer manager, and no business manager. Good luck." I jump in, do my thing, the first season goes well. Part of the deal that I didn't realize is that in that league the HC was more of a general manager, I had overall responsibility for the coaches and players, but also for all finances, and for the cheer program. Somebody complains about the cheerleaders, it comes to me. Somebody doesn't like the league mandated fundraiser, it comes to me. So I start developing this general manager, CEO in today's vernacular, and keep pushing ahead. Things are going well, we're winning, cheerleaders are winning all of their competitions, they are kicking a$$. Their league cheer competition, for example, was held in a large gym, that lasted over 3 hours, and was a required attendance for all of the players, and this is after the season. Try explaining that to the dads and moms. Because I had responsibility for everything I actually started trying to figure the cheerleading thing out, how it worked, progression to high school, who was in which camp, all that. At one point I even had the girls do the dynamic stretching warmups with the players. The league told me they were part of the team and that I had to integrate them, and man, I tried. Anyway, it's now the February/March after my 2nd season of coaching. I take my eldest daughter to the orthodontist for her checkup, get her in, I go sit down in the empty office, pick up a magazine, and kick back. Nobody else in there. Another mom comes in with her precious offspring, gets checked in, the kid goes back, she comes over near me, nods, gets a magazine, and sits down. Everything is good. After a few minutes I hear a very audible 'humph' from her and a somewhat perturbed shifting of the legs. Something is bothering her. I mean, I'm reading the magazine, no idea what is going on, it's still just she and I. Another few minutes go by and this time its a 'HUMPH!' with the angry leg cross and a full body shift. I've obviously done something to offend her but I have no idea. I used deodorant, no spinach in the teeth, clean socks, no flatulence, no idea what is going on. So, now after a few more minutes she throws down the magazine, gets up, straightens her skirt, and moves clear across the waiting area to the other side. Takes her seat, gets a magazine, and shoots me the 'You need to be dead' look. I still have no idea what I could possibly have done to offend her but I have really done something. So I'm trying to figure this out when I looked down at the magazine. It was only then that I realized I was sitting by myself, in a corner of a pediatric orthodontist office reading a high school cheerleading magazine. When she had been sitting near me I had been checking out the ad for uniforms. I can only guess that the site of a 40+ year old man, with a scruffy beard, sitting by himself reading a magazine devoted to teenage girls might have upset her delicate nature. I laughed and laughed about that, still tell that story. OK between that story and your quote at the bottom right underneath it, I am now freaked out too... HUMPH!.... (moves to other side of the couch...)
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Post by bignose on Dec 3, 2016 8:14:32 GMT -6
I have had a number of "moments." I have been coaching for around 43 years at this point.
Visualize this: We are practicing our onside kicks towards the end of a Thursday practice. One of my roles was to give the kicker a visual reference for aiming his kick by standing on the side line about 2 yards past the 50 yard line. It is the last game of the season. We aren't very good, just trying to finish the season up the right way. It's the first week of November, getting dark, it's cold, I have on jacket, and my hands in my pocket.
The kicker is inconsistent, but as I watch, he hits one perfectly, it's skipping along the ground, end over end, a regular worm burner. The kickoff team is hustling to cover this. As the ball gets 4 yards away from me, it kicks up and hits me hard, right in the doodads. Did I mention that it was cold and my hands were in my pockets?
I went down with that unmistakeable noise.
The kids didn't know how to react, they froze, until they saw the HC doubled over with laughter and tears running down his face. Then the whole team was rolling on the ground laughing. The HC decided that this a fitting end to practice fro the day.
The HC and I had gone to High School together. He's never let me forget that one.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2016 9:38:07 GMT -6
Not mine but a friend of mine was on a squad that made their 1st state title run in the schools history, they win the title , he goes to hold the trophy up over his head for a newspaper pic and dropped it breaking it in 3 pieces .
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Post by coachwoodall on Dec 3, 2016 16:55:26 GMT -6
First of all, on our staff, we keep a ledger on stupid stuff and we all roast each other at the the end of the year.
This season, it's Thursday night and we are wrapping up the varsity practice week versus a big region rival and we are then heading down for the home game Frosh and then JV game. I'm worried about stopping the QB Friday night, and during the Frosh game I glance over at the next field where the JV teams warm up. I see a dark colored jerseyed team warming up and I know our JV hasn't come out of the locker room yet. Well the Frosh game got interesting and the next moment I had to look over I saw 2 different colored jersey team warming up. I made the comment to the HC, "Why in the Hades did XXXXX bring kids with 2 different sets of uniforms?!?!?!?"
1- I forgot that we didn't have enough home jerseys for our kids so we had told the visitors to wear the dark 2- I never saw our kids come out of the locker room.
The HC looked and me and smirked, "This is going on the Christmas list."
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Post by rsmith627 on Dec 3, 2016 18:48:36 GMT -6
Not me, but a guy I once coached with who I didn't like which makes it all the funnier.
Kids are kicking PATs. Coach is walking out, walks right under the upright. Kids are like "coach, heads up." He yells "y'all can't kick that far, I'm not worried about it" and goes about his business. Proceeds to get blasted right in his face, and knocked unconscious.
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