I'd say your coach is fucking awesome, and deserves a medal. I wish we had some "good coach" story collections like that, but I'm sure it would devolve into schmaltzy Reilly-isms by the second week.
One time in gym class, one of our gym teachers came over and talked to us as we were changing. He was buck naked except for his flip-flips (which we actually called 'thongs' back then) and stood there with one leg up on the bench , casually discussing the recent time change of 2nd lunch from 10:45 to 11:15 . It was pretty awkward. Later, we smoked a bowl.
Story one is the basis for The Blind Side II when we learn the gawky tall kid is homeless, is adopted by the nice coach and he grows up to be Roy Hibbert.
My freshman year of high school, I played basketball. We had a very good team (Everyone was black), and I was the only white kid. This was the high school that Rajon Rondo attended, and we were regularly ranked in the top 100 nationally. My coach was a monster. He was about 6'9'', and had played ball at Butler and for the Pistons. The guy was nuts, had an anger problem, and acted like the Undertaker when he got mad. I was 6'7'' as a freshman, so I was for some reason treated like a god-send for the team...even though I just played because dad wanted me to. So when I failed, coach loved nothing more than to take it out on me. The white guy...
Our freshman team was undefeated and we were going into a game against a private school of all white kids. At half time my team was winning by about 25, and the gym was in shock because there was more black on the court than they had ever seen before.
During the second half the white kids on the other team did what white people do, and made about 5 three-pointers in a row. Coach called a time out and went off. The gym at this Christian private school was being filled with obscenities and statements like "HOW ARE THESE WHITES KEEPING IN THE GAME. THEYRE FUCKING WHITE AND CANT DO ANYTHING BUT SHOOT." He then stared at me and started yelling at me. Keep in mind I already had about 30 points and 10000 rebounds, and I was a center, who in no way should be responsible for three-point shots. He took his clip board, placed in on my stomach, and proceeded to punch a hole in it. His hand went straight though it, and into my gut. I immediately puked onto the floor. Of course everyone was staring at him, and saw the whole thing unfold. I threw him on the ground, and walked home. Fuck that guy. But he got fired, and I excelled in my basketball career- quitting by my junior season because cigarettes and whisky are a lot more fun than basketball.
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I'd say your coach is fucking awesome, and deserves a medal. I wish we had some "good coach" story collections like that, but I'm sure it would devolve into schmaltzy Reilly-isms by the second week.
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Peter Garrett disagrees.
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-Elvis
11/23/09
Our freshman team was undefeated and we were going into a game against a private school of all white kids. At half time my team was winning by about 25, and the gym was in shock because there was more black on the court than they had ever seen before.
During the second half the white kids on the other team did what white people do, and made about 5 three-pointers in a row. Coach called a time out and went off. The gym at this Christian private school was being filled with obscenities and statements like "HOW ARE THESE WHITES KEEPING IN THE GAME. THEYRE FUCKING WHITE AND CANT DO ANYTHING BUT SHOOT." He then stared at me and started yelling at me. Keep in mind I already had about 30 points and 10000 rebounds, and I was a center, who in no way should be responsible for three-point shots. He took his clip board, placed in on my stomach, and proceeded to punch a hole in it. His hand went straight though it, and into my gut. I immediately puked onto the floor. Of course everyone was staring at him, and saw the whole thing unfold. I threw him on the ground, and walked home. Fuck that guy. But he got fired, and I excelled in my basketball career- quitting by my junior season because cigarettes and whisky are a lot more fun than basketball.
11/23/09
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The yelling maniacs are almost just as troubling as the pervs.
11/23/09
Fixed
11/24/09
True dat
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Coach C just pinched the tips of his thumb and index fingers really close together and said "Don't worry, Zach, you provided me with many laughs"
11/23/09
To be fair, I was a pretty shitty baseball player at age 1 as well.