A Real Coach

The boys and girls soccer team's practice at the same field everyday.  The boys on one field and the girls on the other.  Yesterday we played on the same field.  In a scrimmage.  Here was the deal:

For every goal we (the girls) scored on the boys, the boys had to run 5 miles. 
For every goal they (the boys) scored on us, we would shake it off and keep on trying.

The boys scored within 1 minute.  As I watched my girls barely try, slowly jog after the ball and laugh about it after it happened I let my annoyance/fury show by yelling across the field "If ya'll aren't going to try we can just stop now!".


**They didn't astound me with their effort after that or even really come close to scoring.  But I will NOT rant about that here.  I have exhausted all my engery on the subject.  (The head coach and I decided that today at practice they will not even touch a ball because of their as of recent poor attitudes and weak attendance/effort at practices).**


A Varsity boy soccer player just came in my room (in the middle of the block) and quickly told me that I finally look like a real coach out there. I said, confused and caught off guard, "What the heck are you talking about?"  And as he walked backwards towards the door to return to class he said, "Yesterday.  When we scored and you yelled at them and said something like 'We can just stop now if you aren't going try!'.  You were a real coach.  And it was awsome!".

I guess I've made it as a high school assistant soccer coach yesterday at practice. 
I guess I should probably quit now while I'm ahead, eh?