the coach came and screamed. he wanted every one to take him seriously … usually when he comes in a such a mood, we all are afraid.. except today he wasn’t wearing pants! we didn’t know what to do… so we did our best to not laugh .. instead we snickered.
A coach is the guy who train motivate and make them victorious, not just in a game but also in real life. He should be the guiding force of a group of like minded tough people.
He felt like his tailbone had been shattered. The world seemed to rumble and shake each time the driver hit a rock, nearly throwing him around like a ragdoll in the process. He knew there was need for haste, he had told the driver as much, though he would never have imagined that a road could be so infested with rock and stone. Another crash sent him flying in the air. He hit the seat with all his weight, and roared an oath when pain jolted through him. Now he was certain his tailbone was shattered. Gritting his teeth, He leaned out of the window to shout at the man driving the coach:
“Driver! would you please stop hitting the damned rocks? I should very much like to live through this ride, if it’s all right with you!”
All he heard for response was a grunt. Shaking his head, he grudgingly sat down and steeled himself for every other crash that would surely come in the long journey ahead.
The coach was a complete dumbass. He was strict, harsh, and everything mean. Every game we played, we lost. I blame him. He sucks at coaching. The girls were winning some games at least. God. Why don’t fire this guy and get us a better coach.
Coach me like you’re my dad. Coach me like you knew me since birth. Coach me because you care for me. Coach me until I learn. Coach me. Coach me. Coach me.
But don’t ever interfere and actually tell me what decisions I should make in my life because I know myself than you do.
coach. coach sheehan was great. “go hard, son” he’d always tell me. “be a leader out there.” invaluable life lessons, however simple they may have been.
A basketball coach, coach bags, for the players. Coach sounds like conch, and now that I’ve thought about the word coach too much it seems fake. Loophole, if you make an error, and click the back button you get more time… how is that for training and learning. I had a coach once, he was an asshole. Middle school track. I just graduated undergrad. I feel old, and will never coach.
I never liked P.E. with all the running and the sweat. I got enough exercise at work, so why double it up, right? And to add to the things I hate about it, my P.E. coach is the devil. She hates me for no reason other than the fact that I speak my mind and (usually) go against what she tells us.
“alright ladies, listen up.” our coach yelled at us as we walked into the gym. “it’s time you learned how to play with the big boys. This game is called dodgeball, and it is going to be intense… since you’re against the boys.” I looked at the other side of the gym to notice the boy’s wrestling team, just waiting to launch rubber playground balls at us. A girl nervously asked if she could be excused, but the coach just gave her a look of death as a response.
He just wouldn’t listen to me. I was trying to train him, to prepare him for what he needed to become. How could he be the hero if he was so narrow-minded and selfish? Did he even have the right boy? What if he’d messed up?
Someone who helps me along the path to greatness, who helps me discover what I can be. It is something I need to do for my son in order to become the amazing individual he has the potential to be. A support and a help for people in my life to complete goals that they have set for themselves. It’s about nurturing talent to become greatness.
My coach told us to do a bunch of sit-ups. They were extremely difficult, considering we had no spotters or any sort of help, for that matter. My abdomen hurt tremendously afterward, and was sore for another six days. Perhaps my abdominal muscles will suddenly appear and attract the ladies! Ah,
i wish i had one of these when i was growing up. i never did sports. well once, track. that was a joke. i dont even remember the coach.
when i get married i want to have a hot husband who wants to coach his kids. i want to be the hot soccer mom with a range rover. is that bad? nope. bc i can admit it and own it. done. boom.
His voice came barely above a whisper, at the end of practice. It was so quiet, I almost missed it, but said with such a hopeless turn that ai had to see if I’d really heard him. By the time I turned to see him, the other children had already gone on ahead.
“James,” I pulled out my go-to smile. “What’s up, buddy?”
The smile he gave me said more than perhaps, his mouth would have. “I’ve got to quit the team,” he said, softly. “Pa doesn’t want me to play anymore. Thanks for everything.” the smile shifted to a grimace.
I stared a moment longer, having finally seen his face. With his hair out of his eyes, a black eye could be seen and a split lip. There were blotches of red and blue-black mottling his freckled skin. “James…” I started to say.
He skittered back a few steps. “Just wanted to thank you, is all.” He mumbled. “thanks.” and then he turned and ran.
I watched him disappear for all of a half minute.
Then I ran after him.
Lord help me, I can’t see another child fade away like I did.
My coach for cross country is coach bittles. She is a friend too she makes me do hard things in track but she is really encouraging and the best coach i have ever had. she deeply cares for the individual and not just the team. I don’t know if i would even be a runner without her. She has helped me to exceed my expectations her mst effective tool is her belief in me.
one sunny day,my family and i went to a shopping to buy some food and drinks.out of the blue,i saw my beloved coach and her family also been there.i felt afraid about her.i ran away from her and hug my mother tidely.
A coach is someone who helps you. They help you to get better they help you be the best you can be at whatever you’re doing. Good coaches are hard to find.
You can’t coach charm. That irresistable, effortless air that everyone seems to desire. You can try all you want to, but if you were not born with that nonchalant lack of humanizing emotion, you will never carry the emotions of the room on your shoulders with perceived ease.
I think a coach is a person with lots of responsibilty and must be someone with concern for the well being of others; physically and mentally. On the other hand they could be some sort of youth life savors.
Leader…a coach is somebody for the team to look up to.
Trust, respect.
Hardworking and caring for his/her team…will do whatever it takes to win.
Leader of his family
It’s not the most comfortable, but it’s all I know. And now I’m drawing a blank. I can’t think of anything to write about coach. It’s a brand, its someone who teaches sports, its a section of the airplane.
I don’t know. Sometimes there are really helpful people in life, sometimes there aren’t. All in all, coaches carry, but human ones really don’t. Not in the majority of human experiences. Perhaps a stagecoach would be more useful than a human. But who knows? There are so many different things.
coach roach splayed on the toast. marmalade candystripes sticking to your fingertips. football players heavy in a line. shoving and fighting. cheerleaders painted with bright white smiles and socks, lifted into the air by failed football players.
chuck knibbs, angry, preventing, growth, put me in. this word used to mean something very valuable, and something special, but after going through so many shitty coaches, they hold an angry place in my heart. i dont know how some people can call themselves coaches, whe the last thing they are doing is coaching, and all they are doing is preventing kids from furthering their skills, and preventing them from being happy healthy human beings.
I just had this word. And the thing didn’t work. i don’t want to write about it again. I don’t like coaches. Except for the coach that was my history teacher. He liked me. Because I was like the only person in my class that could do anything right
I remember my coach from freshman year football. He was more of politician doing favors for his friends kids rather than putting the best people forward. That hit my confidence for a very long time. I am glad that I can get over it.
Some one who you have to obey or face the consequences. There are good ones, there are bad ones, there are fat ones and skinny ones, and stupid ones, but the common goal is to help someone get better at something.
He was the coach of a middle school baseball team. He was nothing out of the ordinary, and neither were they. Extraordinarily ordinary was the perfect description. But yet, somehow it was that. That man who changed them all. That man with his lopsided smile and his too close together eyes that made the small town of Amandas irrevocably different.
He worked as a basketball coach, but refused to let her play on the team. He said she was too precious to be injured or “damaged”. In fact, he didn’t let her play outside much at all when she was younger, and frankly, she resented this.
coaches a team, is the leader, makes game plans for team members, can be a sports team, or any other kind of team, is the brain of the operation, is in charge, usually someone with a lot of experience, can also be a verb, to coach, the action of coaching, they give advice
the coach came and screamed. he wanted every one to take him seriously … usually when he comes in a such a mood, we all are afraid.. except today he wasn’t wearing pants! we didn’t know what to do… so we did our best to not laugh .. instead we snickered.
A coach is the guy who train motivate and make them victorious, not just in a game but also in real life. He should be the guiding force of a group of like minded tough people.
He felt like his tailbone had been shattered. The world seemed to rumble and shake each time the driver hit a rock, nearly throwing him around like a ragdoll in the process. He knew there was need for haste, he had told the driver as much, though he would never have imagined that a road could be so infested with rock and stone. Another crash sent him flying in the air. He hit the seat with all his weight, and roared an oath when pain jolted through him. Now he was certain his tailbone was shattered. Gritting his teeth, He leaned out of the window to shout at the man driving the coach:
“Driver! would you please stop hitting the damned rocks? I should very much like to live through this ride, if it’s all right with you!”
All he heard for response was a grunt. Shaking his head, he grudgingly sat down and steeled himself for every other crash that would surely come in the long journey ahead.
I want to get on a coach and travel around my country.
The coach was a complete dumbass. He was strict, harsh, and everything mean. Every game we played, we lost. I blame him. He sucks at coaching. The girls were winning some games at least. God. Why don’t fire this guy and get us a better coach.
never stop the coach yelled
never stop if you do not want to get back to the shit hole you came from
how could i ever reject that?
Coach me like you’re my dad. Coach me like you knew me since birth. Coach me because you care for me. Coach me until I learn. Coach me. Coach me. Coach me.
But don’t ever interfere and actually tell me what decisions I should make in my life because I know myself than you do.
Do I?
Im the Coach of the team, a girls swimming team, and I like it, I like having the power and making them winners
coach. coach sheehan was great. “go hard, son” he’d always tell me. “be a leader out there.” invaluable life lessons, however simple they may have been.
A basketball coach, coach bags, for the players. Coach sounds like conch, and now that I’ve thought about the word coach too much it seems fake. Loophole, if you make an error, and click the back button you get more time… how is that for training and learning. I had a coach once, he was an asshole. Middle school track. I just graduated undergrad. I feel old, and will never coach.
I never liked P.E. with all the running and the sweat. I got enough exercise at work, so why double it up, right? And to add to the things I hate about it, my P.E. coach is the devil. She hates me for no reason other than the fact that I speak my mind and (usually) go against what she tells us.
“alright ladies, listen up.” our coach yelled at us as we walked into the gym. “it’s time you learned how to play with the big boys. This game is called dodgeball, and it is going to be intense… since you’re against the boys.” I looked at the other side of the gym to notice the boy’s wrestling team, just waiting to launch rubber playground balls at us. A girl nervously asked if she could be excused, but the coach just gave her a look of death as a response.
He just wouldn’t listen to me. I was trying to train him, to prepare him for what he needed to become. How could he be the hero if he was so narrow-minded and selfish? Did he even have the right boy? What if he’d messed up?
Someone who helps me along the path to greatness, who helps me discover what I can be. It is something I need to do for my son in order to become the amazing individual he has the potential to be. A support and a help for people in my life to complete goals that they have set for themselves. It’s about nurturing talent to become greatness.
basketball. brand. car. horse. sports. bus. ache. co. high. don’t know. people.
My coach told us to do a bunch of sit-ups. They were extremely difficult, considering we had no spotters or any sort of help, for that matter. My abdomen hurt tremendously afterward, and was sore for another six days. Perhaps my abdominal muscles will suddenly appear and attract the ladies! Ah,
tell me again
i wish i had one of these when i was growing up. i never did sports. well once, track. that was a joke. i dont even remember the coach.
when i get married i want to have a hot husband who wants to coach his kids. i want to be the hot soccer mom with a range rover. is that bad? nope. bc i can admit it and own it. done. boom.
“Hey Coach,”
His voice came barely above a whisper, at the end of practice. It was so quiet, I almost missed it, but said with such a hopeless turn that ai had to see if I’d really heard him. By the time I turned to see him, the other children had already gone on ahead.
“James,” I pulled out my go-to smile. “What’s up, buddy?”
The smile he gave me said more than perhaps, his mouth would have. “I’ve got to quit the team,” he said, softly. “Pa doesn’t want me to play anymore. Thanks for everything.” the smile shifted to a grimace.
I stared a moment longer, having finally seen his face. With his hair out of his eyes, a black eye could be seen and a split lip. There were blotches of red and blue-black mottling his freckled skin. “James…” I started to say.
He skittered back a few steps. “Just wanted to thank you, is all.” He mumbled. “thanks.” and then he turned and ran.
I watched him disappear for all of a half minute.
Then I ran after him.
Lord help me, I can’t see another child fade away like I did.
My coach for cross country is coach bittles. She is a friend too she makes me do hard things in track but she is really encouraging and the best coach i have ever had. she deeply cares for the individual and not just the team. I don’t know if i would even be a runner without her. She has helped me to exceed my expectations her mst effective tool is her belief in me.
one sunny day,my family and i went to a shopping to buy some food and drinks.out of the blue,i saw my beloved coach and her family also been there.i felt afraid about her.i ran away from her and hug my mother tidely.
A coach is someone who helps you. They help you to get better they help you be the best you can be at whatever you’re doing. Good coaches are hard to find.
You can’t coach charm. That irresistable, effortless air that everyone seems to desire. You can try all you want to, but if you were not born with that nonchalant lack of humanizing emotion, you will never carry the emotions of the room on your shoulders with perceived ease.
I think a coach is a person with lots of responsibilty and must be someone with concern for the well being of others; physically and mentally. On the other hand they could be some sort of youth life savors.
Leader…a coach is somebody for the team to look up to.
Trust, respect.
Hardworking and caring for his/her team…will do whatever it takes to win.
Leader of his family
It’s not the most comfortable, but it’s all I know. And now I’m drawing a blank. I can’t think of anything to write about coach. It’s a brand, its someone who teaches sports, its a section of the airplane.
Following the crest of a beautiful life
there will be no word
strong enough to
coach that wave back
from its destined return
to a weak
beginning.
I don’t know. Sometimes there are really helpful people in life, sometimes there aren’t. All in all, coaches carry, but human ones really don’t. Not in the majority of human experiences. Perhaps a stagecoach would be more useful than a human. But who knows? There are so many different things.
coach roach splayed on the toast. marmalade candystripes sticking to your fingertips. football players heavy in a line. shoving and fighting. cheerleaders painted with bright white smiles and socks, lifted into the air by failed football players.
If anyone can it’s you
It’s you that can make me see
Make me see that I am worthy
of love
and of life
chuck knibbs, angry, preventing, growth, put me in. this word used to mean something very valuable, and something special, but after going through so many shitty coaches, they hold an angry place in my heart. i dont know how some people can call themselves coaches, whe the last thing they are doing is coaching, and all they are doing is preventing kids from furthering their skills, and preventing them from being happy healthy human beings.
idkkkkkk
really
i dont play sports
or do anything really
which is lame i guess
sorry
there was a coach at my school who was very nice, he was always kind. sports, play, give, smile, laugh, funny. even though PE was a bummer.
I just had this word. And the thing didn’t work. i don’t want to write about it again. I don’t like coaches. Except for the coach that was my history teacher. He liked me. Because I was like the only person in my class that could do anything right
Gandalf, the mentor, the man that sends the hero forth into his journey as prepared as he can be.
I remember my coach from freshman year football. He was more of politician doing favors for his friends kids rather than putting the best people forward. That hit my confidence for a very long time. I am glad that I can get over it.
Some one who you have to obey or face the consequences. There are good ones, there are bad ones, there are fat ones and skinny ones, and stupid ones, but the common goal is to help someone get better at something.
He was the coach of a middle school baseball team. He was nothing out of the ordinary, and neither were they. Extraordinarily ordinary was the perfect description. But yet, somehow it was that. That man who changed them all. That man with his lopsided smile and his too close together eyes that made the small town of Amandas irrevocably different.
He worked as a basketball coach, but refused to let her play on the team. He said she was too precious to be injured or “damaged”. In fact, he didn’t let her play outside much at all when she was younger, and frankly, she resented this.
coaches a team, is the leader, makes game plans for team members, can be a sports team, or any other kind of team, is the brain of the operation, is in charge, usually someone with a lot of experience, can also be a verb, to coach, the action of coaching, they give advice