A couple of days ago I signed up to help coach Joshua’s soccer team for winter/spring soccer. I have been reluctant to coach in the past because I do not want to be “one of those coaches” and I do not want to be too hard on my son.

Seriously, I think we all know what I am talking about. Recently I overhead a conversation where some poor old SOB was talking about how such and such kid was really good, while some little “snotty ass” kid should be sitting on the bench. Why on earth would grown men sit around shooting the shit about their little league baseball team – before the season even started? I really wanted to tell them to f’off, but I figured Bubba had about 150 pounds on me, and would have easily kicked my ass back to Texas.

But I digress, back to reality.

Over the last few months I have helped out where I could with Joshua’s T-Ball team, his soccer team, and now his basketball team, but I have always remained in the background. I did not want to do anything in an “official” capacity – I did not want to interfere, and I was afraid that I would be too hard on Joshua.

I recently decided that I want to become more involved (Coach C. if you please), and decided it would be worthwhile for Joshua and me if I became his soccer coach – for too many reasons to go into here. I think I can manage to keep a level head and not become a Bubba. If nothing else, my wife will keep me in line.

The excitement that Joshua expressed when his mom told him I was going to coach his team was absolutely priceless.

So here I am getting ready to coach 5 and 6 year-olds. I am sure it will be crazy, but hopefully I will manage to get through it with my sanity intact, keeping the sport fun, while teaching the kids about soccer and good sportsmanship.

Prayers are always welcome, and advice on coaching youth soccer would be appreciated (that means you Kevin!).