When I was in 10th grade, we had a football coach named Coach Leasor. He was a former Marine and I'll admit without argument that he used "creative" language quite frequently. He was also one of the finest men I've ever been around. His players, including me, would have done just about anything for him.
We played our first game of the season in Orlando. The school where we played had some construction going on, so we were forced to have our "locker room" outside in the hallways. Coach Leasor unleased one of his typical halftime speeches, and because we were outside, some people heard him. The 2nd half was postponed due to rain, and we were supposed to come back the next night to finish the game.
When we all arrived at our locker room on Saturday, Coach Leasor was nowhere to be found. We soon found out that someone had complained about his language the night before and the school had "accepted his resignation". All the players got together and agreed that we would not wash our game or practice clothes, and that on Monday morning, we would ALL walk into the front office and deposit our things there and quit the team en masse in protest. Some of the seniors' parents contacted the newspaper and told them of our plans. On Sunday afternoon, the principal of our school called Coach Leasor and told him that his resignation was not being accepted and he could continue to coach, which he did for the remainder of the year.
They might have used some tough talk too but they would not have gotten away with profanity other than pretty mild stuff. Neither the School nor the public would have allowed it and I think they were right.