Descriptive Essay: The Coach's Son By Jason Katcher

We walked together to the field, the spikes on the bottom of my cleats clicking with each step on the parking lot pavement. A huge field with onlookers filling the bleachers on the far side came into view, lit up by the soft evening light. I spotted the girls on my team and my tired looking grey-haired coach. Me and my dad split up, me going to warm up with my team and my dad going to sit with the team parents. As I was passing with my teammates I watched the opposing team carefully. I observed how neat their drills were and how accurate their shots and passes were. They all looked so athletic and that really made me doubt myself. How was I supposed to prove to everyone that I was a good player if I had to play against a team this good? What if I mess up and the other team completely destroys my team? The loud buzzer that ended the warm ups sounded and both teams went to their side of the field. My coach called today’s starters out, and luckily he didn’t choose me. Relieved, I went to go sit on one of the hard metal chairs they provided for the teams on the sidelines. The chairs were uncomfortable but that didn’t bother me. I had other things on my mind. I sat shivering watching the events of the game

It all started when i was in fourth grade. It all changed what inspired me came by whole big dream that i wanted to be successful at. I was at school just a normal day, and it was times to go to PE, and my coach got out a circular ball that i had never seen in my life. It was kinda colorful, it had some weird word written on it, but i couldn't see from where i was standing. My coach handed us each one of these balls, and coach called them volleyballs. My coach told us what to do and what not to do, so i was at this net, and just gave the ball a high five because that's what he said to do. Coach came over to me, and kinda directed me through and told me it was called a serve. That day i went home thinking about it, and i decided i want to do

When a passion dies, it is the most heartbreaking thing there is. A coach who has killed my passion has their favorites, makes me feel worthless, and only cares about the girls who she thinks are the best. No matter how hard I worked in practice, it would never be good enough for them.

When I think of coaching I think of practice planning, game planning, scouting strategizing of offense and defense, choosing my starters, little things like that. All of those ideas are valid, but that’s not the whole picture. There is a lot more to coaching than planning for a practice or a game. Many times a person who would like to coach an interschool athletic team has little or no preparation to teach sports skills and techniques. The only qualifications is often the person’s participation on his or her high school, college, or university’s team, coach of a community youth team or even perhaps as a professional player. While all that experience is valuable in one way or another, it does not constitute an adequate preparation for

So many Coaches have talent and dedication for what they do. I 'm proud to play for one that has a spectacular history of coaching. That coach is Dennis Lorio, who Graduated from LSU (Louisiana State University) with an economic degree and played baseball. “I love the intensity and the relationship in football” Coach Lorio explaining with a passionate expression. I can see it in his eyes that he is very dedicated and hardworking coach. As of now he is 62 years old and still willing to coach. “It’s not the same without coaching. The joy and the sorrow I feel during the season has been addicted to me. I’ve been in this game almost all my life and that is a very long time.”

Being a men’s head coach could be very difficult. It is a great way for you to be involved with students throughout their high school. To be a head coach you have to put in many hours planning practices and games. Just not anyone can be a head coach. To be a men’s head coach you have to go for many years of college. I want to be a men’s head coach because I love sports, helping people, and seeing student athletes being successful.

On another day of camp about two weeks ago Coach Clark, was reviewing that days practice on film with us. As we watch a simple play I noticed that it had been signaled in wrong, being new to the program I didn't want to speak up so I pulled out my playbook to see if I was right. I couldn't find the signal section, after a minute or two of looking I found it and I saw that I was right. Happy with myself for understanding the offense I looked up to say something and when I did coach was looking right at me. He looked as if he expected an answer from me but I had no idea what he wanted. He said, "Did you get that or not?" I glanced up at the screen quickly and we were on a whole new play. I said very unsure of myself as my nonverbal were screaming that was confused, "Yessir got it." The next day at practice a play was called that I

A Coach is somebody who develops, improves or promotes changes in a persons ability and understanding. Coaches work with another person or a group of people and develops them as people using sport to progress them in their development. All coaches have certain responsibilities towards performers, their sport, their profession and themselves. Below I have identified what a coach may be required to fulfil.

The shouting and cheering from the crowd, student sections, and band fills the Frankfort High School gym. The Lebanon boys basketball team had just began their warm up when I found a seat near the top bleachers. I started to look upon the crowd scanning the fans sitting in the bleachers. One specific lady caught my eye. She was covered in blue and white, Frankfort’s school colors. This woman clapped and cheered as the Frankfort boys team began their warm up. During the warm up, this lady sat and talked with people around her. She seemed to always be smiling and chatting with everyone. Twenty minutes later the teams were ready for tip off. This lady was looking a little anxious, but excited. As Frankfort scored the basket, this woman leaped

It had been an unbelievable season so far, we were going into the championship game of junior league with only two losses. Of course, the only other team with a better record than us was the black team. We gave them their only loss on the second game of the regular season. Now, after defeating the better of the Mosinee teams in the semi finals, my dad, who was also the coach of our blue team, had stopped to watch the rest of the game between black and red.

As a child I grew up playing football, and I’ve always had a passion for the game. After playing my final down, I knew that my days with the sport were not over. Football is a sport that molds boys into men. My dream is to become a football coach. My coaches had a very strong impact on my life and helped me evolve into the person I am today. By becoming a football coach I will have the ability to make an impact on my player’s life like my coaches did with mine. My biggest inspiration in becoming a football coach is Lou Holtz. Coach Holtz showed me that just because I am finished playing doesn’t mean that I can’t have a passion for the game. The way he carried himself and the passion he emitted helped me decide that this was something I

The coach is focussed, determined, tenacious, hard – even ruthless- but never cruel. His resolve to overcome all obstacles and challenges in pursuit of the agreed goal is unshakeable. No matter how many setbacks, he has the resilience to keep coming back, to keep fighting. He always has heart for the fight. He persistently seeks for the advantage and no matter how small that is, he will seize it and maximise its value. He is devoted to

When I was twelve years old, my parents wanted to move across the country from Minnesota to Arkansas. My stepdad’s sinecure (# 1) position on the board of directors for a massive insurance company gave my parents the perfect excuse to move to a new location in Arkansas. Apparently, my stepdad would gain more work experience there, and he’d have a better chance of being promoted to Chief member on the board of directors. Moving, for me, meant that I had to leave behind all of my friends, family members, and specifically my role models in town. If there was one person I thought I would miss the most, it was going to be Mr. Anderson. Mr. Anderson was my pee-wee level football coach. At first, his sharp looks combined with his deep stern voice

Almost 11 years ago I had learned an important lesson that didn’t seem so significant at the time. In fact, there are many times in my life that I have learned a lesson several years ago and only recently realized the real significance it holds. At that time, my hockey coach, Ken Lange, held a big role in my life and a big role one Saturday afternoon.

There stood the final score 27-21, Vikings have done it, they are going to the Championship, again.Steelers stood quiet on the sideline while their opposing team were jumping up and down all across the field yelling and screaming and hugging each other in joy.Then you had my team, the now beaten Steelers who had just blew their Championship chance all because of me. I was only a sixth grader then and I was only playing in a little league,but felt terrible not in the mad way like an angry bull charging a fire red cape but disappointed like as if you had a chance to save the world and you decided to stay watch TV. As I was presented with a third place medal I wondered if I even deserved it had I not of fumbled the ball I would have a cheering team and a golden trophy in my hand but no, I had a bronze medal hanging from my neck.So from that day forth I decided I wasnt ever going to stop playing football and practicing football until my body couldn’t take it anymore.