This season has shown me why some many good coaches go grey early in life. This season has taught me that no matter how much good you've done for however long... in the hands of fickle fans, your reputation is delicate and and can go from good to ugly before you even have time to check your email.
My bride has listened for far too long to the negativity that surrounds high school athletics. So much that she rarely goes to home football games . It's uncomfortable for her to be around folks that have very little formal training or experience yet profess extensive knowledge. To be honest, it's not fair that my children and wife risk hearing awful and often untrue things about me because I took out Kid Z or called Play Y.
What gets me through?
I'm stubborn and strong willed. I don't like hearing that people doubt me or assume that I can't or won't make it through tough times ....in life, time and time again, I'd like to think that I've proven myself worthy. I'm big on trust, integrity and faithfulness. I owe it to those kids that have busted their rumps for me over the years to not quit on anybody currently giving all they've got just because some general admission fan has diarrhea of the mouth.
Why? Why then...
Why do I coach?
Albright emailed video of the JV squad doing the HAKA after their 32-0 win over Hinckley... more proud that they did the HAKA together and what that means to us than I am in the final score.
Want another reason?
"I got you Coach."
Need any more....
How about some more Video????
But I swear on my last breath.... give me a BOAT and I'll scale way back.
I'll let some other schmuck take the constant scrutiny.
“There are two things every man in America thinks he can do: work a grill and coach football.”
- Rutgers head coach Greg Schiano
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It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat. Shame on the man of cultivated taste who permits refinement to develop into fastidiousness that unfits him for doing the rough work of a workaday world. Among the free peoples who govern themselves there is but a small field of usefulness open for the men of cloistered life who shrink from contact with their fellows. Still less room is there for those who deride of slight what is done by those who actually bear the brunt of the day; nor yet for those others who always profess that they would like to take action, if only the conditions of life were not exactly what they actually are. The man who does nothing cuts the same sordid figure in the pages of history, whether he be a cynic, or fop, or voluptuary. There is little use for the being whose tepid soul knows nothing of great and generous emotion, of the high pride, the stern belief, the lofty enthusiasm, of the men who quell the storm and ride the thunder. Well for these men if they succeed; well also, though not so well, if they fail, given only that they have nobly ventured, and have put forth all their heart and strength. It is war-worn Hotspur, spent with hard fighting, he of the many errors and valiant end, over whose memory we love to linger, not over the memory of the young lord who "but for the vile guns would have been a valiant soldier." ~ Theodore Roosevelt
Thanks for being in the arena.
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