Because, God knows, your 6 year old will be forever scarred if he doesn’t play every down. He’ll never get recruited by the University of Miami now. But Dad might. :rolleyes:
My nephew has been involved with sports since he was a tyke (he’s 9 now) and some of the finest, most patient and friendly guys I’ve ever met have been the coaches of his teams. Every time I see an article like this one, and lord knows there’s no shortage, I cringe at the thought that one more capable person reading these stories might make the decision not to coach. That maybe it’s just not worth it to get involved and that’s just sad.
America, fuck yeah.
Well, I never had anything that dramatic happen, but the basic attitude that breeds pulling guns on coaches is what made me quit coaching volleyball.
You see, I had this silly policy of actually teaching the kids how to play the game. Bump-set-spike, understand how to rotate, serve overhand, etc. And this was more important than winning for a very good reason:
**In beginner volleyball (middle school, say), the winning team is often not attempting to play properly. **
It’s much easier to simply send the ball back over on the first contact than to attempt to execute three contacts, and always serve underhand. Do that and you’ll win against a team like mine. By making the effort to play properly, my team often lost. Officials, opposing coaches, and people knowledgeable about the game often complemented us for our efforts, and realized my kids were actually LEARNING.
Try telling that to dipshit parents who just want to see wins. I quit.
[brag mode on]
I’m lucky that my girls (8th graders now, and I’ve been coaching them since 4th) learned the proper way, yet still win - 1 championship, 1 second, always in final 4. [/brag]