I have not posted anything in some time. It’s not my fault, blame the local soccer league, they’ve been sucking all of my sarcasm and bitchiness out of me. Finally, though, things are back to normal in the league and now I can rant about the long, drawn-out, journey this coaching season has been thus far.
It all started when I was contacted to coach the fourth team in the U18 category. The teams had already been picked and I was given the scraps, save for my step-son and the two sons of my assistant coach. Right away I knew the teams were not balanced. I immediately contacted the VP Local who told me that I was wrong and that the teams were balanced; in fact, he was the one who picked my team and the other coaches were the ones who evaluated the players. He also told me that the teams were distributed at random. I said fine, but that I knew something needed to change, and that I would call him again once the season started.
First game: we lost 5-3 against team 3 who was essentially the second weakest team. Also, I had players there who were on another team but, for whatever reason could not find their coach that day or were never called by a coach. These were two good players. I decided to email the coach and ask if I could hold on to these players. His response what something like “no way, my team lost 8-3 and I picked that player in the first round”. Interesting, I thought the teams were picked at random…
Second game: we lost 7-2 against team 2 (the team whose coach responded the above to me). Things are starting to fall apart. I contact Mr. VP Local who begins the conversation with “You have to understand that, as a woman surrounded by men, it’s normal that they don’t take you seriously”. Nice! I didn’t know that we were living in 1930 where women were second class citizens! I guess all that bra-burning of the 60’s was a complete waste. Too bad…
to be continued...
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