I know painfully little about you. But, as fate would have it, I am a coach. And I'm totally out of my element.
In my day job I'm a teacher. I teach writing. Something I've been doing since I was 5. Me teaching soccer is a little like me teaching breast feeding. I can stare at it on TV and describe what the books say, but I just don't have the equipment to do it myself.
But I guess I do know a little something about making things fun for kids. You see, every game, when I yell, Hawks, Rise, the team yells, "Hawk, hawk!"
Never mind that hawks aren't like Pokemon, which can only call out their own name.
Never mind that we lost our first game 7-0.
Never mind that I dread a losing season more than anything since my benchwarming performance on my middle school football team.
So why am I doing this? I'm in it for my son and all the other kids on the team. I'm in it to do something hard but necessary for this team to exist (in a division with too many players and not enough volunteers). I'm in it because as much as I dread this, what I dread more is never facing these fears. So what else is there to say, but...