Stick a fork in me

Last night was my last night as the head coach of varsity boys basketball at Trinity Academy.  I spent the last four winters doing something that I never thought I would have the chance to do, and it was both more work and more fun than I could have imagined at the beginning.

Sports, for anyone that knows me, has been a great passion of mine for as long as I can remember.  Sports teaches so many great lessons about perseverance, tenacity, and discipline.

I often wonder at the end of every year what impact I had on the young men in the program.  It’s hard to get anything out of a teenager except grunts and shoulder shrugs.

Last night, after I told the team that I would not be back next year, I got a lot of “oh well” kind of looks from the guys.  But one of them came up to me a bit later in the night and said “I am really sad about you not coming back.  Thank you for being my coach. “

I will miss the heck out of coaching.  But, it’s time to move on at least for now.  Evil plans await.