Mmkay, it’s time for a “Coach Ted” story…
What year did Title IX come along? Say, 1977? It had something to do with equal opportunities for boys and girls in school. The practical result was that we changed to co-ed gym class. Yes, boys and girls doing the same sports.
Sidenote: we had some really good gym teachers. They coached the sports and worked with us to show us techniques, like how to hit a volleyball so you can control it instead of knucklepunching it and making it goes who knows where. It was a tall order, given the disparity between boys’ and girls’ physical strength, to make activities that allowed us to have close matches etc.
Anyway, Coach Ted was old guard. The man reminded me of Ed Asner when he was “Lou Grant” on the Mary Tyler Moore show. Only on steroids. And with a REALLY bad jet black toupee. You’d no more provoke Coach Ted than you would, say, a mountain lion.
After gym class sometimes, he’d say, “Now when you boys get in those showers, clean up those cracks. You never know what you might have missed after breakfast.”
We all :D:confused::eek: and said, “Sure thing, coach!”
Well one day, he called us together in the locker room before class. "Boys, I wanted to talk to you before we go out there and join the ladies. It has come to my attention that some of these girls really don’t have any intention of showering. They may not have a bar of soap or a towel among them. [murmurs from us boys feigning surprise and dismay] All I can think is that they don’t plan to sweat or get dirty or anything. That doesn’t sound like P.E. to me.
“Now boys, we’re going out to the soccer field today, and it’s muddy out there. If some of these girls should get—oh, I don’t know, splashed by a puddle or bumped and fall in the mud when you’re going for the ball—well, sports are like that. I might be looking somewhere else when it happens, because I only have two eyes.”
Best_gym_class_evah! The girls caught on quickly. About halfway through class, I took out little Sandy Rodriguez. The ball came toward her and I ran at her—she turned to flee but it was like in the cartoons where the characters feet are running but they don’t move. Slip, slip, she lost her balance and…boom! I didn’t actually touch her.
Afterward, all the girls’ clothes stuck to them—they showered but had nothing to dry with. I don’t think they talked to us for about a week.
“Great game out there today, fellas,” said Coach Ted.
25+ years later, I’m still LMAO.

at this being what gym teachers do. To be honest, I am still amazed that all of mine had “kinesiology” degrees - if they had any theoretical knowledge, they were great at disguising it. Then again, I took a general education biology class in first year university that turned out to be required for the BA kinesiology students, and, well, maybe it’s not so surprising. Easiest A+ I ever earned, and the class average was a C.