Posted by Panos:
Posted by Bippity10:
Posted by Panos:
Bip, I think you need to come to one of our games and give us pointers...
You don't want me there. I'm guessing that within 15 minutes of watching all the standing around on defense(judging by the photos), all the balls would be put away and we'd be doing defensive drills until the sun went down. And no one is allowed to do defensive drills with a hamburger or a cigarette in their mouths.
Not really. Those photos were misleading. But I'd be glad to get pointers on either side of the ball (drills included).
Okay but this is the way things normally went with the people I coached in high school.
Day one: Deathly afraid of me because of the stories they've heard(which are normally exaggerated. Or are they?)
Day two: They want me out of their lives
End of month one: They plan my death.
End of year one: They tune me out and actually start moving forward with their plans of killing me
End of year two: They realize that they have to listen in order to survive, but still hate me
End of year three: They begin to tolerate me and get really good at doing impressions of me
Middle of year four: They listen to every word I say as if it was gospel, but they still hate me. Impressions of me are perfected
End of year four: They love me, and want to spend all their time reminiscing about years one through four. The impressions are hilarious, all the yelling I did turns out to be funny. And the thanks I receive are endless.
Now that I normally only have players for one or two years I have to condense all my yelling into a shorter time frame. That's a lot of yelling in a short amount of time. Most people can't handle it :). Now imagine if I had to condense all that yelling into one day of pickup games. You'd be deaf.
[Edited by - bippity10 on 06-08-2007 4:45 PM][Edited by - bippity10 on 06-08-2007 4:54 PM]