As you have probably figured out, my husband is quite the sports fan. What you may not know is that he is quite the coach too.
The coaching gene is hereditary, it seems. Nate’s dad coached a local high school basketball team to a state championship when Nate was little, and spent 20+ years coaching football, track, baseball, soccer, …you name it, he has probably coached it. It should come as no surprise that Nate and his two brothers inherited that coaching gene and now spend their days following in the footsteps of their father.
Nate made his coaching debut last year as the flag football coach for a local charter middle school. He returned to coach that team again this year, and they lost by ONE point in the final game. (Heartbreaking!)
The school asked him if he might be interested in coaching their middle school girls basketball team and it didn’t take long for him to say yes. My little sister is a sophomore in high school and so he has gotten a taste of coaching her (very informally), but suffice it to say that his experience coaching boys is very different than coaching girls. (Having grown up in a family of four daughters, I could have told him it would be that way!)
His team is doing great – they have started the season 3-0. There is nothing quite like watching your loved one come ALIVE doing something they love to do. That’s how I feel watching him coach. He was MADE to do this – he is totally wired that way. Hereditary, remember?
And he doesn’t get into it…at all. Can’t you tell?
Hehe. In the last quarter, Little Miss Athlete decided he needed an assistant coach.
She did a pretty fantastic job, if I do say so myself.
I have a feeling he will be coaching her before we know it.
Did you play sports in middle school? I played girls basketball and MAN, it can get ugly out there!