Seeing as I’m in the middle of writing a paper on my own made up philosophy (determinationism), I’ll make this brief and pretty straight forward. Coaches.
Every one’s different, and you never know if you’ll get along with them until you’re actually on the field playing. Some you see as older versions of you, still hooked on the game. Others you see as an evil cousin, someone you never look forward to being around. I’ve had dozens of each kind, as well as some right in the middle, one’s I just can’t decide whether to love or hate.
But the thing that scares me the most is the impact they can have on each and every one of their players. One bad coach could strip a kid of his passion for a sport, and I hope that never happens to me.
