I had planned on replacing the basketball nets this morning anyway; the guy who runs basketball (who is a good friend of mine) may be the cheapest human on the planet. At the beginning of the season I told him to go get some nets as the old ones were falling apart. He came back with some cheap-charlies that are falling apart. So i went and got the good stuff. Like it should.
Fixed all that needed to be fixed before games start at 9AM...lots of wide-eyed coaches showing up...no idea what to do or anything else, but hey thanks for the help. I stopped down in the afternoon to check on things after I took the Sons of SoulSlam to the hitting cages for some work. While sitting at our awesome scorer's table (we don't scrimp) the coach on one side (who is more like a head lineup writer, BTW his kid plays hoops for me) came over and the exchange went like this:
HIM: "can I ask you something"
ME: "Sure"
HIM: "how do you get the parents on the side to stop coaching from the sidelines?"
ME: "I thought that's what all of you do!!! HAHAHAHAHA!!!!"
I then went on to tell him that at my first practice every season I tell the kids that if they want to listen to mommy & daddy and not me, then they should go play on mommy & daddy's team. Easy.
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