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Football for 11 years, lacrosse for 7 years, i swam for 13 years and played basketball for 6 years.

can honestly say that none of them were "mean." some were tough and yelled a lot but never took it to the point where i thought "wtf is up with this guy?"

Never had a "mean" coach. My high school basketball coach was a Bobby Knight disciple. We ran the Indiana offense, played full court man-to-man defense for the full 32 minutes no matter the score and ran our asses off in practice. He was a yeller but we all understood why. If you didn't get it, you quit the team. No one was immune from his rants. He once told me after a disappointing loss and this is an exact quote, "if this were the pros, your ass would be on the trading block." I had to do everything I could to stop from laughing. He made practices high pressure with promises of extra "suicides" because if you could get through his practices the games were easy. If you want to call that mean then so be it. I would have run through a brick wall for him because I know he would have done the same for me.

My freshman year playing high school baseball I break my elbow making a throw from centerfield in a huge game vs our rivals. My elbow popped when making the throw and the pop was so loud the left fielder heard it. I've never felt worse pain, but I don't take myself out of the game and finish the inning. After the third out is recorded we have a team huddle outside the dugout cause it was a big spot in the game. The coach is trying to pump us up but i'm not paying attention, holding and looking at my elbow. He goes "Chris what the hell is the matter with you" I respond with "I think I hurt my elbow" and than he goes "Shake it off and stop being a fucking baby. LETS GO." I listen, and I finish the game which was I think like 2 more innings. I got 1 at bat after that which I could barely hold the bat up and got a 4 pitch walk. And got no balls my way the rest of the game in centerfield so didn't have to make any throws. So extremely lucky.

I will say that this coach is one of my favorite coach's of all time. And I dont really blame him for what he said cause it was defiantly my fault for not clearly communicating the pain I was in. I wound up getting surgery a couple days later and he apologized for what he said but we were both able to laugh about it.

Yea, I've seen and even personally experienced similar stuff myself.

It's actually kind of an interesting psychological/sociological topic tbh, about whether the meaner the coach, the more deeply the coach's team will like him/care about him in the longrun. It seems like, maybe not always, but in a lot of cases this seems to be the case. Bob Knight's players for example seem to have more lifelong respect/love for him than just about any other coach, and the same seemed to be true for the people who played for Bear Bryant when he was alive.

I wonder if there is any correlation between the psychological/sociological effects behind this, and between "battered wife syndrome" (where the more the husband beats his wife, the more passionately the wife claims to love him and never want to leave him no matter what etc etc). I know it sounds ridiculous/like kind of a stretch, but seriously, I wonder. Obv it is a way less extreme version of the scenario, but, I bet on some subconscious level there are some similar mental processes occurring in some cases. At the very least, it would be worth doing a study on, just to see whether or not my hypothesis has any merit or not.

I am old so I grew up in an era when it was still acceptable for football coaches to do their most sadistic impersonations of Vince Lombardi and Woody Hayes.

Also, there was no worrying about whether kids got concussions. I once got knocked out cold twice in the same game, and finished the game on the field.

We used to play a game called "Bull in the Ring." Anybody who played football knows this drill. About 8-10 of you form a circle, and the coach calls out a name for a man to go in the middle. Then, he calls out three names, one by one, and each guy runs and tries to hit the guy in the middle. One time, our coach put our smallest guy in the middle, and called out the hardest hitters to clean him up. First hit knocked him down, second hit knocked him down again so he was getting up slowly. Called out the first guy's name again, because he knew this particular individual was mean enough to spear him in the back of the head. Which he did.

We were encouraged to use our helmets to hit back then. "Put the bonnet on it," they said.

Another thing at my high school was, if you got into a fight during school, both you and your opponent got detention. At detention, you were handed boxing gloves, and told to fight. A lot of times, kids would say, "but I don't want to fight anymore." Too bad, the teachers made you fight.

OMG Silk that's great.

Meanest coach I ever had was probably Mike Matkovich on the Chicago Magic soccer club. Don't really have anything specific but he just yelled a lot and made fun of the players, which was actually quite funny when he did. His sarcastic remarks were hilarious, unless obviously they were directed towards you. Was a very tough coach, but honestly the best coach I've ever had. He's now the assistant coach of the Chicago Fire (for those of you who don't know, its Chicago's professional major league soccer team).

This one time, our football coach, coach Taylor made me walk home in a rain storm instead of riding the team bus.
We eventually got over our differences tho.

I had 3 ice skating coaches. They each taught at a different skill level. The last one I had was an absolute bitch. She coached a bunch of pros over the years and she was very, very good but having a drill sergeant at my 5A.M. ice time was the absolute pits. She was pretty clutch though because she got me on Good Morning America, performances in a bunch of different ice shows and I got 1st place in all three competitions i entered while under her. She was obviously an incredible coach, but she made me hate skating and I absolutely loved it when I was coached by the other 2 coaches I had. I literally lived to skate before she became my coach.

I miss it like crazy now. I tried to get my old skates stretched out so that I could skate in them but they were so uncomfortably small that I couldn't skate for five minutes without being in agony. I can't wear rental skates because it's really hard to wear those plastic POS's after skating for years in custom made top of the line ones.

Sigh, I miss it like w0ah but have such mixed feelings about my last coach. She changed me from a decent skater to a very good competitive one but she made me sooooooo miserable. If I had been older then the drill sergeant would be ok but she coached me from the age of 10-14 and I was too young to understand why she coached like that. At the time I just thought she was a really mean person. Blahh

Thanks for making this thread, B. Now I'm all bummed because I wasted such a talent!

Lol wtf. Why did she even hate you? Did she have a weird misunderstanding early on in the semester or something in some specific convo or something, or anything specific?

I remember when I was a sophomore in high school, in science class, some kid in my lab group was doing something retarded or annoying, and I said something like "Uhhhhh, you ______" and I don't remember what the two words were, something completely innocent, not a derogatory term or anything, but something descriptive about what he had just done, like "dropped it" or "broke it" or whatever it was that I was annoyed about that he had just done, but whatever it was, it rhymed with the word "faggot". My teacher, who had a pretty blatantly lesbian appearance had just walked passed me about 0.5 seconds before I finished my sentence, and due to having her back diagonally to me having already passed my table by the time I finished my sentence, she completely misheard me and thought I said "Ughh, you faggot", even though I had actually said nothing of the sort. She instantly turn around and got in my face and yelled "WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY!!?!?!?!??" looking like she was about to literally murder me, and I instantly knew what she thought I had said obv, so I was like "No, seriously I didn't say what I think you think I just said, I said _______" (whatever it was that I had actually said). But, apparently in her mind, she didn't think I was like, mentally capable of realizing that quickly what she probably thought I said, unless I had actually said it, which made her extra not believe me even more passionately and get even angrier at me. Then she looks at the douche kid that I had been speaking to, and like a true piece of shit, he just shrugs. Lol. Out of 1,200 students, this guy was probably one of literally only about 3 or 4 people in the entire fucking high school that I just never got along with (because of him being a huge dick towards me at all times for no reason whatsoever, not the other way around), and of course it just has to be that guy that is my lab partner in this scenario, so he just throws me to the wolves, knowing full well that I'm innocent as fuck. Fuck that guy. Anyway, so now she feels like beyond infinitely sure I'm lying and that I must have actually said "faggot". And so, even though up to that point in the semester I was one of her favorite students, and she was always jovial/friendly/etc with me, from that point onwards, she clearly hated me, even in later years if I ever passed her in the halls, she was still somehow clearly mad at me, permanently lol. It was so insane.

So, was there any similar sort of thing that you can't think of that somehow turned this P.E. cunt-coach against you, or even something minor or anything? Cuz some of these teachers/coaches apparently are able to hold pretty insane weirdo-grudges based on my experience with that science teacher lol.

 

Originally Posted by tsxxx04

I had 3 ice skating coaches. They each taught at a different skill level. The last one I had was an absolute bitch. She coached a bunch of pros over the years and she was very, very good but having a drill sergeant at my 5A.M. ice time was the absolute pits. She was pretty clutch though because she got me on Good Morning America, performances in a bunch of different ice shows and I got 1st place in all three competitions i entered while under her. She was obviously an incredible coach, but she made me hate skating and I absolutely loved it when I was coached by the other 2 coaches I had. I literally lived to skate before she became my coach.

I miss it like crazy now. I tried to get my old skates stretched out so that I could skate in them but they were so uncomfortably small that I couldn't skate for five minutes without being in agony. I can't wear rental skates because it's really hard to wear those plastic POS's after skating for years in custom made top of the line ones.

Sigh, I miss it like w0ah but have such mixed feelings about my last coach. She changed me from a decent skater to a very good competitive one but she made me sooooooo miserable. If I had been older then the drill sergeant would be ok but she coached me from the age of 10-14 and I was too young to understand why she coached like that. At the time I just thought she was a really mean person. Blahh

Thanks for making this thread, B. Now I'm all bummed because I wasted such a talent!

Thanks for making this post, T. You inadvertently just caused me to visualize you as a teenager, twirling around in a tiny skirt, in a hot, revealing ice skating outfit, being grasped tightly by the vagina, and lifted up into the air by it.

Hmmm... I wonder what I should do with the remainder of my night... I'm bored and don't really have any plans...

::twiddles thumbs, trying to think of a fun activity that I can do all by myself::

What to dooooo.. what to dooo.......

::twiddles thumbs::

::takes notice of jar of vaseline next to me on the night stand::

::touches lips gently to see if they're chapped::

::nope, they're not::

::Hmmm... I wonder if perhaps there's anything else I could do with this big old boring jar of vaseline... it would be a shame for it all to just go to waste... there must be soooomething I could do with it... hmmmm...::

::frowns, deep in thought, trying to think up a fun activity to do with the vaseline, while alone in my bedroom, bored at 5am... hmmmmmm......................::

I wonder what's gonna happen next. If only Sherlock Holmes was here to solve this riveting mystery.

Editorial note: Good luck, Stacey. Perhaps bfactor will take notice of those rusty old cylinder head gaskets resting against his bookshelf, that are clearly in dire need of some vaseline! Surely he'll take notice of them, won't he!!?!?? Oh the suspense!

::cue suspenseful music::

lololol

GQ Nell 9th grade football coach Lubbock TX.

 

Originally Posted by Willywoo

GQ Nell 9th grade football coach Lubbock TX.

Thank you for this enjoyable and entertaining story.

One of my favorite parts of the story was the part where you told me some random guy's name. I also liked the part where you wrote the occupational title of said random person, as it made for an exciting and unexpected ending to the story.

 

Originally Posted by EyeKnows

lol, this is awesome.

as an editor I feel I should help you a little. I think the last line I quoted is not needed. you need to give your audience some credit and your OT audience, while not oxford-like (abnormal was our best chance, tear) in general is still way above the average 7th grade education level of the public. just delete it, it reads a lot better.

In retrospect, I agree that would've made it better.

Do you think you could help edit Willywoo's story a little bit too though? I liked most of the main parts of his story, but I feel like it was lacking in certain areas. Maybe we could help him spruce it up a bit! Lolz