I had an 8th grade dad come up to me after a lacrosse clinic two weeks ago and say “wow coaches are a little louder with 8th graders.”
I said “the field is over 100yards long and 60 wide. How do you propose everyone spread around this field hear me?”
The joke was all I do with middle school snowflakes is tell them how great they are doing, except for my kid. Wait til that dimwit dad sees me coaching high school. He’s going to need counseling.
I played football for 6 years and that was long time ago but I still remember all the screaming and yelling from our coaches. By today’s terms some limp wristed snowflakes would call it bullying but we understood that they were trying to make us better. I sure don’t miss the two a days in August in pads with 100 + temps, throwing up, and almost passing out. Or the two a day off-seasons...: )