Me? A Soccer Coach?
Recently we watched the Will Ferrell movie, Kicking and Screaming, in which Ferrell’s character becomes the coach of his son’s soccer team…
In one of the opening scenes, they show up for soccer practice and all the parents were like, “they’re looking for one of the parents to coach the team…the other coach can’t do it.” So he ends up coaching the team and it’s actually a pretty hilarious movie.
Fast forward to two days later…
We get a call from the soccer club and they’re like, “Hi, we’re looking for one of the parents to coach your son’s team because the other coach just found out he can’t do it.”
I had to do it of course. If I hadn’t just seen the movie, maybe I wouldn’t have been so eager, but the movie made it look so fun. Besides that it’s an opportunity to spend some time with my son, who is in his first year of soccer.
Fortunately, it’s not competitive in this age group (that starts next year), so my lack of soccer coaching skills are not a problem. I’ve got just enough knowledge to get by (leftover from my soccer-playing days which ended after 8th grade), and more importantly I’ve got the uniform…
100% Polyester jogging suit with racing stripes down the side (it’s my normal work attire anyway, so it was a natural fit).
Yep, I’m a coach.
June 16th, 2006 at 1:58 am
Yo Eric, I’m one of your writingcash buyers.
Anyhow, congrats on the soccer coach. But I was reading that ugly Jesus thing, and it reminded me of how some scholars believe the original image of Jesus was actually a Roman looking guy with shortcropped hair. Maybe that is why he looked undesirable to the Roman-hating Jews of the time?
What you think of those Gnostics? I researched a little bit into them, about the most insane group of Christians I’ve ever read, really challenges the faith and all that jazz.
Well God bless, I’ll try and figure out more of this adwords but man… I’m failin’ big time lol.
A fellow Christian
Greg`
January 11th, 2007 at 1:30 pm
I coached my son’s middle school rec-league basketball team for three years. Except for my son and one other kid, the team was composed of players who’d never played before. We were the leftovers. We went 0-33 and to me, it often felt like purgatory might, if there really were a purgatory.
In spite of it all, most of the kids seemed to have a pretty good time.
But it’s been nine years since I hung up my whistle and I still haven’t gotten over the trauma of it. I hope you have a better experience!
I like your ugly blog.
Mark Daniels