After working with a group of High School Coaches and being on the field with them for several years I learned the shocking reality of what they go through each week. I find it hard even to this day to sit in the stands now with the rest of the crowd and with the parents of the players. One of the first games that I attended after going back to being a regular fan ended in a loss for our team, and it affected me so much that I woke up Saturday morning and wrote a crude poem about the experience. This is for all of you coaches out there in the real world.
If Dads Were Coaches and Moms Referees!
If Dads were all coaches and Moms Referees
What a wonderful comedy football would be
Sweeps to the right, options to the left
Flags a flying and curses under breath
Let's throw the bomb and run the flea flicker
Don't hit too hard or touch that poor kicker
Defense cries the crowd, don't let them run free
Put ten in the box and let one cover three
Whistles blowing and hands in the air
Someone call timeout I must fix my hair
The score is tied with 4 seconds to go
Send in the water boys Larry, Curly and Moe
Don't give up, we must fight to the end
Three hand offs fake reverse pass into the wind
Line them up pretty for the last play tonight
And don't even think about starting a fight.
The stadium is silent all holding their breath
The centers so nervous the snap goes wide left
The Ump makes the catch and she gives it a boot
Right through the uprights oh what a hoot
A conference at midfield no time on the clock
A little girl screaming "there was an illegal block!"
We'll score it one point each a victory of sorts
Now we all know what it is to be good sports
Alas this can't be, all of that knowledge gets wasted
Victory would be so sure, it could almost be tasted
Lets leave it to Coaches and men from Ref schools
And ban to the stands those wonderful fools
Wouldn't it be great if just for one time
All played their position with the game on the line.