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Originally posted by Hank Chinaski
I understand that there are work conflicts. My father was a carpenter so he could never coach my little league team and I sat bench for favoritism. I would have been a major leaguer if only he had the time. But anyway, my comment was directed to the idea of avoiding the kid that was sort of expressed in your post.
The games I'm talking about are Sat/Sun and the dads I'm talking about have jobs that I think would let them be there. The dads are athletic men, I just don't see how you could not want to see junior play.
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Maybe their wives have banned them from attending.
I once coached a girls 8th grade (or something) basketball team. These girls had never touched a basketball before and the most you could hope for was to equip them with some fundamentals should they enjoy it and want to continue next year. Games often ended up with scores like 6-2. It wasn't pretty and you couldn't give them plays, let alone keep them from all bunching up around the ball 30 seconds after you told them the importance of being spread out and passing, etc. But they had fun.
The best girl on our team was the only girl who could consistently dribble, so I made her point guard. She was very sweet and listened much better than everyone else, who really were only there for fun or because their parents made them take up a sport.
Her father was the biggest prick in the world. He would come to the games and run up and down the sideline and just
berate his daughter. She cried every game. He screamed at her and embarassed her during timeouts, not during timeouts, if she missed a free-throw or if she didn't get a steal. I would tell him every game to be quiet. It got so bad that the refs (who he didn't yell at) told him that if he didn't sit down or leave, they would throw him out. At the last game, I called a timeout and walked across the court and told him quietly to shut the fuck up and stop yelling at his daughter. He said something smart back about my coaching skills, but he shut the fuck up.
TM
