Knock him down a few notches.
It was a special group.
But philosophically, Coach and I were polar opposites.
He coached baseball the same way he coached football, and I was a baseball coach.
But he was the one getting paid to coach this team, and I was just an unpaid volunteer.
It was his team, and he was my boss, something he always made perfectly clear.
After beating Diman for the first time in twenty years and without him, Coach felt threatened.
He thought he had lost his team, and he did everything he could to reestablish the ranking order.
Discrediting me was high on his list.
I knew once I cooled down, Id make a more rational decision.
When I got home, I immediately told Dylan and my wife what happened.
I sat at my computer into the wee hours and wrote two letters.
One to the players and one to Coach.
They were quite different.
I made sure each kid got a copy of the letter that morning.
I put Coachs letter in his mailbox.
In both, I cited philosophical differences in coaching and wished them good luck going forward.
“In Coach’s, I wasn’t as kind.
I wasn’t rude, but I didn’t hold back any feelings either.
They had five games left and needed only two wins to make the tournament.
I was unsure of my status, especially after the baseball debacle.
There was a lone envelope in my mailbox with a clear window and a letter inside on pink stationery.
- The Warehouse Guys.
They got me really good.Touche!
