Some basketball coaches are crazy. I wouldn't qualify myself as such, but I have a very bad temper. In three years, I've broken a chair and a telephone. During a time-out, I snapped a diagram board in half by putting my fist through it. I've even dented the bulletin board and lockers in our team room. My worst tantrum came on the road when I put my fist through a wall. Each year I get better at keeping it cool, but there are times where...things just happen.
Just when I thought my temper was a problem, a conversation with another coach made me realize that I might fall on the "sane" side of the continuum.
JC: Hey, Coach. Lemme ask you something. Did a kid named DeeOne contact you about playing up there?
Me: Yes, he did. That kid is something else! Do you know that he texted me at 4:53 am to let me know that he sprained his ankle. This dude was texting me at all sorts of odd hours and calling me. What's his deal?
JC: (laughs) I don't know, man. Yeh. He was trying to play here not too long ago.
Me: Really?? Why didn't you take him? It seems like he'd be a good point guard in our league.
JC: Coach, this kid...let me tell you... It got so bad that my Assistant Coach told him to stop calling his cell phone or he'd kill him!
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