Todays words are: hell, railroad, chief, abridge, past.
Shanika had to abridge her workouts. She could dribble with her right hand and throw two handed. She was very careful when catching it. She told me, “The slightest hit hurts like hell.”
I could sympathize. I suffered the same injury on my right hand while playing. The more she used the hand, the sooner it would heal.
Saturday, we had a home game against a junior college. They can be some of our toughest opponents or a cake walk. This team had two women that I was interested in recruiting. They were iffy academically in high school and I passed on them. I’m hoping they’re getting their grades up and I can have them to replace seniors on the team.
When they walked on the court, I recognized their new coach. He played for Texas Tech the last four years and was an outstanding power forward. He wasn’t quite good enough for the pros, and he most likely passed on junior high and high school wanting to coach at the college level.
From the tip off, Chief Lawson was yelling at his players. They scored the first point on a free throw and then the railroad hit them.
I didn’t play Shanika and when we were up thirty to one, I pulled first string. It was a massacre. He kept his first string in the whole game and yelled his head off the whole time. The more he yelled the worse they played. Final score 101-01.
I told the team to go over and hug every one of the other team and give them what encouragement they could. “Cry with them in sympathy, not pity.”
When Coach Lawson came to shake my hand, I refused and told him to follow me to my office. I’ve never been so angry in my life.
Behind my desk I could tell he was about to give me a piece of his mind about me running up the score. I beat him to the punch.
“I don’t care about how good a player you were in the past. You are an abomination as coach. I’m filing a complaint to the athletic director at your school. You are a bully, and have no business coaching a women’s team.”
I expected him to get angry and leave, even cuss me out. Instead, he hung his head in shame. That I could work with.
“You’re not married, are you?”
“No,” he shook his head.
“Spent all your life with Mommy cleaning up after you and in the locker room.” He nodded his head. “You have no idea what women are like. Now either listen to my advice or quit. You are doing too much damage to good players. I was interested in Jolly James and Heather Smith, but after today I’ve a feeling they’ll drop out and go back to the inner city of Houston and wind up being single mothers working three jobs to put food on the table.”
Shaking his head, “This is the only way I know how to coach”
Listen up, Chief. “In a game even men and especially women need the coach to cheer them on. Everyone needs encouragement in competition.”
I took a breath, he nodded.
“The time for criticism is looking at the game tapes. Women need praise to keep them going. Negative reinforcement works for men. Women need positive reinforcement. Are you understanding what I’ve said?”
“Yes, Ma’am,” he said.
“Good. I’m calling every coach you’re playing for the next three weeks and if they tell me, you’re still yelling at your players, we’ll all write a letter to your athletic director.”
Good for her! Hope her "come to Jesus" meeting with him helps.
Good one! I like this continuation story.
Nice. Sometimes people need to be put in their place before they can make a change. Still enjoying this series.
Glad you're enjoying it, Megan
That makes me happy, Aymee.
Good job, coach! ... and 101 - 01 ??? Holy smokes.
There are so crappy coaches out there. I’m glad he got called out.
It actually happened in a girls high school game in Texas.
Yes there are, Echo. I've seen how they can ruin athletes.
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