2019-09-10 21:11:55 UTC
My philosophy is coaching happens at practice, before the game, and halftime. Communication is players listening to each other and the referees. Parents can cheer, but telling kids what to do is discouraged, to the point of preseason review including a handout.
Nonetheless, one of the soccer moms, the biggest by 100 lbs - having never played a sport in her life - is constantly yelling instructions to anyone who will listen. Which is no one. It’s so bad, she brings one of those giant collapsible shade tents and no one will sit beneath it with her, not even her husband.
All that aside, we had a match in the heat of Saturday afternoon and halfway through the second half, we hear thunder. The refs, young teenagers, correctly stop play and consult with the coaches - the adults on the field - even though it’s their call. Very wise and “professional”.
Meanwhile Jaba Under the Tent is shouting across the field, “It isn’t thunder! It isn’t thunder!” I glance over after we agree to take a water break and she’s waddling our way. Great.
When she arrives, well, almost, she shouts “It isn’t thunder!” again. I try my best to not roll my eyes or look at her as if she’s an idiot, but it’s difficult.
So, she proceeds to tell me it’s some road construction that is at best 1 mile away. “It’s the dump trucks”, she says.
Then she whips out her phone and points at the radar. “See!!”
I didn’t have the heart to tell her that the radar shows rain, not lightning; maybe I think just didn’t want to explain it.
Anyway, the brag. One of my kids scored goal #800 last season and one scored #750 this season. Kind of cool.