Anonymous
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This summer I coached my first junior basketball team in two years, the Thunderdragons. From the beginning, this team of "misfits" was different from any I'd coached before. We were the only rookie team in the league and most of our players had no sports experience, while our opponents had spent years building chemistry together.
The beginning of the season was a disaster. At practice, whenever I demanded attention and tried to demonstrate drills, the kids were unfocused and didn't show interest in the sport. Unsurprisingly, our games went much like practices, with opponents often defeating us by over 20 points. This pattern continued for weeks. I felt I wasn't doing my job correctly, and began to lose confidence in my own coaching abilities.
Out of desperation, I finally voiced my frustrations to the team. Heart-to-heart, I asked them why they weren't respecting me as a coach, and more importantly, never putting in 100% effort. Fortunately, they empathized with my reasoning and from then on, effort and attentiveness were never a problem. Our season culminated in a playoff game, playing a team featuring older, experienced players. We fought hard, bringing the game down to the wire, making me the proudest coach even in the face of defeat.
Though our season ended that day, I experienced one of the most gratifying feelings I'd had in high school. Not only could I visibly see the growth in all my kids' basketball talent, ability, and maturity, but every single parent personally thanked me for coaching their kids and more importantly, instilling a love for the game and team sports in general. I'd formed a community myself, one that consisted of my new little brothers who viewed me as a role model, and one I hope to lead to the championship next season.