When you coach a basketball team of ten year olds, its important to let them know who is boss. I don't take no crap from nobody. I think they thought I was a softie when we were going around the circle saying our names. I said, "I am Kacey and I am a clown." They giggled. Then they stopped giggling when we were done stretching and they were on the endline mentally preparing to run a suicide. I have found my best friend at practice to be my whistle. It has more power than I do. Blow it once and they quiet down and come to attention.
As an athlete I HATED sprints. HATED them. But now as a coach, I LOVE them. Oh you forgot to keep your hands up in your defensive stance for the 15th time? "Get on the line." Not listening and talking while I am talking. LINE TIME. The worst thing they have done: put basketballs under their Ts and pretend they are pregnant. I am NOT an advocate for pre-teen pregnancy. And we only have 10 on the roster, so if we lose one to pregnancy, we will have a tough season. They got on that line HARD. I was gently reminded that they are only 10 and that I must expect such nonsense, but if they are old enough to pretend to be preggers, they are old enough to be up in the gym just workin' on their fitness.. That petty bologna will not be happening in my house--the dog house. Cuz I'm a barker.
woof. life is good :)
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