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Yep. I loved coaching practice. But grew to loathe coaching the games. For that very reason.Parents suck. That is all.
I coached 6th grade boys basketball once. ONCE, and never again.I officiated youth soccer once and swore I would never do it again. Kids were great, parents sucked.
Indeed. Especially when the crazy ones are allowed to coachParents suck. That is all.
“I coached college football once, ONCE, and never again” -Scott frostI coached 6th grade boys basketball once. ONCE, and never again.
Ha! Sooo true!Yep. I loved coaching practice. But grew to loathe coaching the games. For that very reason.
What were the downs with select?Doesn't it mirror every other facet of life at this point? 50/50 d-bags vs decent people. My boys did the select baseball things and it definitely had its ups and downs, but I wouldn't trade those memories for anything. Oldest won a state title and is playing in college. It's weird, but it seemed like the younger the kids were the worse the parents were. I guess when the kids are 10 everyone still thinks Jr. should be the shortstop/QB/point guard. Reality sets in at some point.
Giving up control of a large portion (100%) of your time to take your kids to baseball every weekend from late March into July. Daddy ball (ugh). Spending lots of money. Packing a damn metric ton of stuff to take every weekend to go spend 2-3 days at hot dirty ballfields in scenic location such as Council Bluffs, Grand Island, KC, etc.What were the downs with select?
I had the pleasure of my son playing and me coaching select baseball from age 9 to age 14. We traveled a bit. We played in 38 states, and my son played in 5 countries in Europe. From 14 and 15 he spent one summer in Ohio and the next summer in Virginia. He was fortunate to be selected twice to the US National Team that played in Mexico and Brazil.Giving up control of a large portion (100%) of your time to take your kids to baseball every weekend from late March into July. Daddy ball (ugh). Spending lots of money. Packing a damn metric ton of stuff to take every weekend to go spend 2-3 days at hot dirty ballfields in scenic location such as Council Bluffs, Grand Island, KC, etc.
Wish we could do it all again! My boys always wanted to do it, but I can't say it was always fun. I guess kids learn about life, because sometimes it was just tough.
Edit: forgot one - being forced to spend all of your social time with a group of parents not of your own choosing, who you may or may not like at all. Got to know some great people, also was forced to be with people that I dreaded being around.
You ever bench my kid again and you’ll be making an appointment for some denturesYou have to set the tone early as the coach. I tolerate nothing and I've had no problems from my parents. A few dicks on the other side, but such is life.
You smooth it over by telling him, "I took your son because he's a good player and I think his mom's really hot."You ever bench my kid again and you’ll be making an appointment for some dentures
Agreed. Wrestling is a bit intense anyway and magnifies the crazy…Little kids wrastlin is by far the worst. They should have the screaming moms wrastle in between matches for entertainment
I admit that there have been times when some kids played/got in a game because they had a hot mom.You smooth it over by telling him, "I took your son because he's a good player and I think his mom's really hot."
Amen to that. Didn't do near the travel you did but daughter did basketball through Midwest and east coast. Best of times. Great friends, great sights, and yes it was expensive. We still talk about games and places. Would do it again in a heartbeat. But you are right, takes a special kid.I had the pleasure of my son playing and me coaching select baseball from age 9 to age 14. We traveled a bit. We played in 38 states, and my son played in 5 countries in Europe. From 14 and 15 he spent one summer in Ohio and the next summer in Virginia. He was fortunate to be selected twice to the US National Team that played in Mexico and Brazil.
From the time my son was 13, he said his main objective in baseball was to get a full ride to a D-1 school to get a free education and play baseball. Mission accomplished.
We did things to the extreme. To this day, we do not have one regret. Yes, it cost a small fortune, but so does 4 years of education as an out-of-state student-athlete.
Then the next summer, spends 10 days in Ohio playing for his select team, throws a no-hitter in the national semi-final game, and immediately after the game hop on a plane with his mom and flies to Dallas for 10 days with the National team barnstorming to California and back. Get on a plane and fly to Mexico for 17 days of world competition.
You wanna have some fun? Get escorted by police off the team bus in Mexico, be escorted into the stadium, and then watch your son be the starting pitcher in the Gold Medal game with 20,000 Mexicans screaming at you.
Along the way, my son is a teammate and becomes lifelong friends with Jayson Werth, John Lackey, Kirk Saarloos, Dave Justice, Alex Rodriguez and guys who aspired to do that grind for an athlete's lifetime. Meets and becomes good friends with Shaq, Herschel Walker, is invited to Drew Brees 40th birthday party.
That's a smidgeon of what select baseball did for my son. It costs money, and it takes a tremendous amount of time, but the memories and the friendships last a lifetime. He and I still talk about a lot of the events that he participated in and what they meant in his development as a professional businessman and as a person who learned how to deal with high-pressure situations from a young age. My son is 43 now and living his dream.
Most people fold under the pressure, and some individuals excel. Now he just has to put up with his old man telling others it's not for everyone.
The most annoying part of youth wrestling was the moms telling their kid they would have won if they were in better shape. Meanwhile, Mom would dress out at about 225 #s.Agreed. Wrestling is a bit intense anyway and magnifies the crazy…
I dont see the problem here.Meanwhile, Mom would dress out at about 225 #s.
Very cool story. I'm sure it helped that your son wasn't some average player, but a pretty darn good athlete. Even at the young age of 9.I had the pleasure of my son playing and me coaching select baseball from age 9 to age 14. We traveled a bit. We played in 38 states, and my son played in 5 countries in Europe. From 14 and 15 he spent one summer in Ohio and the next summer in Virginia. He was fortunate to be selected twice to the US National Team that played in Mexico and Brazil.
From the time my son was 13, he said his main objective in baseball was to get a full ride to a D-1 school to get a free education and play baseball. Mission accomplished.
We did things to the extreme. To this day, we do not have one regret. Yes, it cost a small fortune, but so does 4 years of education as an out-of-state student-athlete.
Then the next summer, spends 10 days in Ohio playing for his select team, throws a no-hitter in the national semi-final game, and immediately after the game hop on a plane with his mom and flies to Dallas for 10 days with the National team barnstorming to California and back. Get on a plane and fly to Mexico for 17 days of world competition.
You wanna have some fun? Get escorted by police off the team bus in Mexico, be escorted into the stadium, and then watch your son be the starting pitcher in the Gold Medal game with 20,000 Mexicans screaming at you.
Along the way, my son is a teammate and becomes lifelong friends with Jayson Werth, John Lackey, Kirk Saarloos, Dave Justice, Alex Rodriguez and guys who aspired to do that grind for an athlete's lifetime. Meets and becomes good friends with Shaq, Herschel Walker, is invited to Drew Brees 40th birthday party.
That's a smidgeon of what select baseball did for my son. It costs money, and it takes a tremendous amount of time, but the memories and the friendships last a lifetime. He and I still talk about a lot of the events that he participated in and what they meant in his development as a professional businessman and as a person who learned how to deal with high-pressure situations from a young age. My son is 43 now and living his dream.
Most people fold under the pressure, and some individuals excel. Now he just has to put up with his old man telling others it's not for everyone.
Kids are just so unique. If he really enjoys the game, loves the competition, and has good coaching, and a desire to perform at his best, sometimes that above-average can become borderline dominant if he has that passion.Very cool story. I'm sure it helped that your son wasn't some average player, but a pretty darn good athlete. Even at the young age of 9.
My boy (age 9) is above average with his athleticism, but not a super star by any means. He's very coachable, understands the game & tries hard.
My wife & I struggle having one sport take up so much time at this age especially when he enjoys other sports, other extra-curricular activities & we visit family who live a few hours away. I know we can still do a lot of those other things, but many things will have to take a back seat & that isn't something we're really looking forward to.
Great story. Most will not be as fortunate but it can still be a great ride!I had the pleasure of my son playing and me coaching select baseball from age 9 to age 14. We traveled a bit. We played in 38 states, and my son played in 5 countries in Europe. From 14 and 15 he spent one summer in Ohio and the next summer in Virginia. He was fortunate to be selected twice to the US National Team that played in Mexico and Brazil.
From the time my son was 13, he said his main objective in baseball was to get a full ride to a D-1 school to get a free education and play baseball. Mission accomplished.
We did things to the extreme. To this day, we do not have one regret. Yes, it cost a small fortune, but so does 4 years of education as an out-of-state student-athlete.
Then the next summer, spends 10 days in Ohio playing for his select team, throws a no-hitter in the national semi-final game, and immediately after the game hop on a plane with his mom and flies to Dallas for 10 days with the National team barnstorming to California and back. Get on a plane and fly to Mexico for 17 days of world competition.
You wanna have some fun? Get escorted by police off the team bus in Mexico, be escorted into the stadium, and then watch your son be the starting pitcher in the Gold Medal game with 20,000 Mexicans screaming at you.
Along the way, my son is a teammate and becomes lifelong friends with Jayson Werth, John Lackey, Kirk Saarloos, Dave Justice, Alex Rodriguez and guys who aspired to do that grind for an athlete's lifetime. Meets and becomes good friends with Shaq, Herschel Walker, is invited to Drew Brees 40th birthday party.
That's a smidgeon of what select baseball did for my son. It costs money, and it takes a tremendous amount of time, but the memories and the friendships last a lifetime. He and I still talk about a lot of the events that he participated in and what they meant in his development as a professional businessman and as a person who learned how to deal with high-pressure situations from a young age. My son is 43 now and living his dream.
Most people fold under the pressure, and some individuals excel. Now he just has to put up with his old man telling others it's not for everyone.
Ooooooo that would be good….. it’s a wonder nobody has thought of that before.Little kids wrastlin is by far the worst. They should have the screaming moms wrastle in between matches for entertainment
Would really teach our youth some good sportsmanship...Ooooooo that would be good….. it’s a wonder nobody has thought of that before.
I was one of those parents but I kept my criticism to crappy high school refs. As someone who was ultra-competitive when I played I couldn’t keep my mouth shut and I always sat too close to the floor. 🙄. I could be pretty objective about calls and damn there was some awful big school basketball officiating 25 years ago. It ruined watching my kids’ games for me.Officiating and coaching during the height of covid was great. The stands were empty and I realized the only part of officiating and coaching that is annoying is the parents.
i thought that when my middle child quit sports as an early teen ….then he found other friends and other things to do.I’m so glad my kids don’t play youth sports. I did, but they have no interest.