The fall season was not too bad because I would have normally been coaching the Sr Girls. Now, before anyone calls Human Resources on me, you need to understand that while I really enjoyed the refreshing change of Sr Girls Basketball for all those years, my heart will always be to the Sr Boys Basketball program, with a couple of rare exceptions like 2011 (the girls know what I'm talking about). Sorry, but not sorry. I recently took in the Sr Boys home opener of North vs Collingwood and it certainly prompted a very different set of feelings. I harboured a nervous ache prior to taking my seat that I would be enticed to offer advice, input or modifications but I steeled my resolve to play my role as fan ... cheer but don't coach ... Oh, the blog post that could discuss the lack of that discipline by fans and parents over the years ... that post will never happen, though.
I was blessed to coach these guys for my final 5 years of coaching! |
Becoming a fan brings other benefits that I hadn't anticipated:
For one, I got to watch the game without having to think 3 steps ahead and that meant that there was a much higher level of enjoyment for this hoops junkie. Being able to appreciate the spectacle rather than planning to get the DUB was liberating!
Secondly, I found that I truly enjoyed the sheer spectacle of the game rather than analyzing and correcting misgivings of the players because they weren't "My Guys" ... it was okay that they missed the shot, or rebound, or box out because they were competing with all they had. I had missed a lot of that as a coach. Oh, let's set the record straight, I was all twisted up inside with some of the play as the coaching instincts bubbled to the surface, but I actually found myself laughing out loud as enjoyment became the forefront feeling.
One thing I thought would be a problem turned out to be a moot point. I was cognizant of thoughts that might question Mike's decisions because I confess to all of you that some of my successes on the court/pitch/field were directly tied to my confidence in myself to manage and adjust, so I prepared myself for those moments ... which thankfully never came. How great is that? I was able to be Cheerleader #1 for both Mike and the lads. The only negative of the night for me was having to leave at the end of the 3rd quarter because I had a date night with my wonderful wife that I wasn't about to be late for.
One last thought ... it dawned on me, as the game unfolded, where were the rest of the fans? I've never found myself pondering that in the past. If this is amazing entertainment was what high school sports offered, why was it only a handful of fans and family? It really is worth making the trip to your local school to support these teens as they learn the important stuff not covered in textbooks and lectures. If you're a sports fan, and you have the time to fill, you could really do yourself a favour by occupying your personal little space on the "Dark" side ... Trust me, you won't regret it.
BTW: I'm sorry to report that the Fighting Owls were a little better than the Vikings on that particular night. It's a long season, though, and I'm sure there will be plenty of action in the future.
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