Turn about is fair play
I believe that we've all heard that line, "I hope you have a kid just like you," usually uttered by our mother while we tear ass around the house. I can recall hearing that many, many times, whether it was the time I tried to use a bookcase as a ladder, or when I started putting nails into my bunk bed frame because I was "working."
In many ways I feel that coaches run this same route with their careers. I've had many a conversation with an athlete over the last few years, and often I find myself uttering the phrase, "from this side of the desk." I recall vividly, and fondly at times, being on the receiving end of some of those lectures. I was by no means, a hellion, but I can recall my coaches being more than ticked off with me over certain actions, typically resulting from me being a smart-ass, or very cocky. I think the one I got chewed out over the most was racing against several of our boats, and choosing to go shore side of a boat to pass in very shallow water. I can recall knowing exactly what I was doing, and why I was doing it, but I do remember my coaches being less than thrilled.
And now I find myself from time to time sitting behind the desk, watching an athlete trudge in and flop down with a goofy smile across his or her face, and I have to remind myself that often, I was the very same way and that this probably life giving me my fair shake after occasionally causing my coaches heartache.
In many ways I feel that coaches run this same route with their careers. I've had many a conversation with an athlete over the last few years, and often I find myself uttering the phrase, "from this side of the desk." I recall vividly, and fondly at times, being on the receiving end of some of those lectures. I was by no means, a hellion, but I can recall my coaches being more than ticked off with me over certain actions, typically resulting from me being a smart-ass, or very cocky. I think the one I got chewed out over the most was racing against several of our boats, and choosing to go shore side of a boat to pass in very shallow water. I can recall knowing exactly what I was doing, and why I was doing it, but I do remember my coaches being less than thrilled.
And now I find myself from time to time sitting behind the desk, watching an athlete trudge in and flop down with a goofy smile across his or her face, and I have to remind myself that often, I was the very same way and that this probably life giving me my fair shake after occasionally causing my coaches heartache.
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