Batman
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..."Oh, was that today?" guy!
We've all encountered one of these bastards. You call them up a few days ahead of time to set up a day to come out and talk about the season, get mugshots, all the preseason tab stuff. Then, when you get there -- usually after driving 30 or 40 minutes -- they have four players at practice and a stupified look on their face as they say, "Oh, was that today?"
I called one of our area coaches late last week to set up our meeting. He said "How's Monday?", I said "Fine."
He said, "We start practice at 4:30." I said "That'll be perfect. We need pictures, too. Can you have them in a jersey?" He says yes.
Monday comes, I get there a little later than I'd have liked, around 4:15, but still a few minutes early. They're already running plays, and I start to get that sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. The coach is new, so I'm not sure who he is until he waves me over a couple minutes later. He introduces himself, I introduce myself, and he goes, "So you needed pictures or something?"
Starting to feel that pit grow larger, I grit my teeth and say yes. Yes we did.
He responds, "Well, here's the thing. We don't have them in game jerseys or anything. My administration is gonna be mad at me if we take a picture looking like this. Can you come back another day this week?"
I say, "Well coach, my administration is going to be mad at me too. We really need to do this."
He says they have a meet the team thing Thursday, which just so happens to be a de facto media day at the college 15 minutes up the road, so I say fine. Thursday it is.
Without another word, dude then walks away and gets back to practice. I wait until a water break and get my interviews with him and his quarterback done, which was also like pulling teeth. The team sucked last year, the coach is new to the school, was a late July hire, and says he doesn't have any starters back. Doesn't even know who they'll be. I remind him, half-jokingly, that their first game is next Friday and it might behoove him to get on that. He didn't seem to find it particularly funny, but finished the interview.
I watched practice until the next water break, another 20 or 30 minutes in 90-degree heat (cool for this time of year, but still pretty warm) and asked him a couple of general information type questions. Like if he knew his career record (which drew a stare that is usually reserved for when someone asks if you've just **** yourself). He gently reminded me that he won a state title a few years back at Southeast Podunk, and that was all he needed to know. And I asked if he had a schedule and roster (he'd have those on Thursday, too, he said).
So I sarcastically thanked him and walked to the car -- after he asked, "Who are you again?" -- wanting the whole time to punch this guy in the kidney.
Repeatedly. Until blood shot out of his ****ing mouth like Old Faithful.
Hey coach, if you were to drive 30 minutes for a scheduled game, only when you got there the other team was in its practice unis and said they just didn't feel like playing, wouldn't you be a little pissed off?
Oh, and if you're having a picture day or something similar later in the week, why not ****ING TELL ME THAT WHEN I ASK WHAT A GOOD DAY TO SHOOT A TEAM PICTURE IS!? Is it so damn hard to say, "We're having a meet the team night on Thursday, why not come out then?"
The most frustrating thing is, assheads like this are probably the first to break out "personal accountability" and "be on time" cards, then pull something like this.
Thanks for wasting 2 1/2 hours of my day, coach. 'Preciate that. Good luck on your third straight 0-11 season. I'm sure you'll call us every Friday night with the details. ****wad.
We've all encountered one of these bastards. You call them up a few days ahead of time to set up a day to come out and talk about the season, get mugshots, all the preseason tab stuff. Then, when you get there -- usually after driving 30 or 40 minutes -- they have four players at practice and a stupified look on their face as they say, "Oh, was that today?"
I called one of our area coaches late last week to set up our meeting. He said "How's Monday?", I said "Fine."
He said, "We start practice at 4:30." I said "That'll be perfect. We need pictures, too. Can you have them in a jersey?" He says yes.
Monday comes, I get there a little later than I'd have liked, around 4:15, but still a few minutes early. They're already running plays, and I start to get that sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. The coach is new, so I'm not sure who he is until he waves me over a couple minutes later. He introduces himself, I introduce myself, and he goes, "So you needed pictures or something?"
Starting to feel that pit grow larger, I grit my teeth and say yes. Yes we did.
He responds, "Well, here's the thing. We don't have them in game jerseys or anything. My administration is gonna be mad at me if we take a picture looking like this. Can you come back another day this week?"
I say, "Well coach, my administration is going to be mad at me too. We really need to do this."
He says they have a meet the team thing Thursday, which just so happens to be a de facto media day at the college 15 minutes up the road, so I say fine. Thursday it is.
Without another word, dude then walks away and gets back to practice. I wait until a water break and get my interviews with him and his quarterback done, which was also like pulling teeth. The team sucked last year, the coach is new to the school, was a late July hire, and says he doesn't have any starters back. Doesn't even know who they'll be. I remind him, half-jokingly, that their first game is next Friday and it might behoove him to get on that. He didn't seem to find it particularly funny, but finished the interview.
I watched practice until the next water break, another 20 or 30 minutes in 90-degree heat (cool for this time of year, but still pretty warm) and asked him a couple of general information type questions. Like if he knew his career record (which drew a stare that is usually reserved for when someone asks if you've just **** yourself). He gently reminded me that he won a state title a few years back at Southeast Podunk, and that was all he needed to know. And I asked if he had a schedule and roster (he'd have those on Thursday, too, he said).
So I sarcastically thanked him and walked to the car -- after he asked, "Who are you again?" -- wanting the whole time to punch this guy in the kidney.
Repeatedly. Until blood shot out of his ****ing mouth like Old Faithful.
Hey coach, if you were to drive 30 minutes for a scheduled game, only when you got there the other team was in its practice unis and said they just didn't feel like playing, wouldn't you be a little pissed off?
Oh, and if you're having a picture day or something similar later in the week, why not ****ING TELL ME THAT WHEN I ASK WHAT A GOOD DAY TO SHOOT A TEAM PICTURE IS!? Is it so damn hard to say, "We're having a meet the team night on Thursday, why not come out then?"
The most frustrating thing is, assheads like this are probably the first to break out "personal accountability" and "be on time" cards, then pull something like this.
Thanks for wasting 2 1/2 hours of my day, coach. 'Preciate that. Good luck on your third straight 0-11 season. I'm sure you'll call us every Friday night with the details. ****wad.
