Father Figure : A Cold Winter Night At University Lab High School

About three weeks ago, the Packer Varsity baseball team beat Berkeley Carroll school for the first time in twelve years and in glorious fashion. Tears streamed down my face as our winning run crossed the plate in extra innings, dust flying up as my teammates and I mobbed each other at the plate. Yet a few short days later, our team was blindsided by the news that St. Ann’s had pulled off back to back upsets to squeak their way into the playoffs ahead of us - just as our season seemed to be looking up, it was over.

Another reason why Coach K would be a better fit for the head coach position is that he is a better transformational leader. Charisma, inspirational motivation, intellectual stimulation, and individualized consideration are tools the theory describes as necessary to influence others. What makes Coach K one of a kind is that he combines all these to achieve a performance that is beyond expectations. His philosophy of ”sharing with one another and caring for one another” and his principle about close and personal communication earn admiration, trust, and respect from his players while his vision about the team being a family gives players a clear and appealing motivation to work hard for each other. By not making too many rules, he also stimulates individual creativity and by providing individualized consideration, he is able to satisfy the personal needs of his players. As a transformational leader, Coach K is able to create trust which is the foundation of a good coach-player relationship.

Joe Ehrmann describes how he has developed his philosophy of coaching by relating the story of his life in his youth, high school and in college describing two different types of coaches he had played for. The first are coaches who were impersonal, authoritarian, and sometimes abusive which he calls transactional coaches; this is in contrast to the humane coaches he calls transformative coaches. Coaches must face this responsibility because we all remember our coaches. “This is the awesome power and responsibility of coaching: You give your players memories, for better or for worse that stay with them until the day they die” (Ehrmann, 2011 p 46-47). Joe Erhmann goes on to ask, “What is the moral and ethical composition of their program?

The chancellor soccer coach is staring at everyone that is on the soccer field getting ready to warm up. We always do a five vs two. It is five players passing the ball and not letting the two defenders get it. After we are done with that we go ahead and start doing dynamic stretching which is when we do something back and forth and after you do something new. Daniel the tiger is getting tired but the coach kept barking at all the animals to push it to your limits. After we finished the dynamic stretching they separated the junior varsity and varsity into groups and varsity had to do plyos and junior varsity had to get and partner and one had to exercise and the other sit down for 2 minutes. After we are done with that we run over to the hurdles. They make us run ten laps of those. The tiger almost gave up but he kept going.We did passing drills and the little tiger was freshened up after he drank water. He felt confident when he went back to the field. He did his very best to be on the team. He never felt like this in a really long time. The wind is getting a little worse. The coach still made us run when the wind started getting harsh. Daniel starting to get cold but he kept going and still not giving up. After the passing drill we start playing practice

September 27 is a day that I will always remember, no matter how old I get. McClain was competing against Miami Trace in a SCOL boy’s soccer match. It is always a close game when Greenfield plays Trace, but this year it was different than the previous few. The two teams were so evenly matched, even more so than than in the past. There were twenty minutes remaining in the second half and the Panthers were winning 1-0, but the game was even more highly

Two years ago I played my first high school soccer season and it was one of the best experiences I had related with this sport, but what made it special was the last game we faced. Just like Forrest Gump quoted, “Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you’re gonna get.” This is how the surprise started; some friends and I were moved up from freshman team to the JV team and we were excited to compete for some game time. Even though we had very low chances, we gave our 100% in the few training sessions we had to earn a spot. Friday night arrived; I was frightened and shocked to face the best team in our district.

Since Sam was a little girl, she had a passion for soccer and dreamed of becoming a professional one day. For Samantha, Saturday was not just a regular day, it was game day and Sam was so excited, as usual. She jumped out of her car and ran on to the field as she would usually do. She talked with her friends, warmed up, and was preparing herself for the game. Little did she know, this game was going to be much different than any other

April 5th 2016: 2pm, The rain bore on endlessly, pounding on the school rooftop and turning the soccer fields into vast lakes of dull, muddy water. Dark gray clouds covered the sky, only letting a few rays of feeble sun slip past the barrier. Predicting the game would be moved to another day due to poor weather but instead Coach. Sue Nurse with her

Freezing in the morning, the grassy fields at the Uihlein soccer complex were let off a cracking every step. The excitement of playing in my first ever varsity lacrosse game kept me hyped up on the day of its arrival. Grinning widely, wearing sapphire blue, I strutted to the bench for our team, Brookfield Lacrosse. As the tournament was preparing to start, the sound of Eminem’s music played through the speakers and parents chattered in the stands before the first game between Arrowhead and my team. All that was running through my mind at the time was, “Don’t underperform. Make a statement to the coaches.”

The day was loud and cold. The air was lingering with the smell of hotdogs from the night before. Everyone was cheering as the game was about to begin. The stands we’re full upon the kick to begin it all. There were people on both sides cheering for their team. The whole first quarter of the game we played was blank, there was no scores or anything that big of a play. But in the second quarter they opposing team Kettle Moraine took over. They were just driving on us the entire quarter. With the ending score of the half them up 14-0. During the break in between 2nd and 3rd quarter everyone was angry about how we weren't able to stop them. After are stretches we got ready to play again. Upon the kick being received in 3rd quarter it was about

1. When Norman first arrived at the school, he didn't get a warm reception. When he asked where Cletus office was, the lady started to investigate and made rude comments. She was expecting a younger coach for the team. Cletus took Norman to show him around the school; when Norman was introduced to Jimmy. Jimmy didn't even bother to say "hi" to him.

Sarah Plumb and Marissa Gedman come over to tell us to go sit in a circle in the middle of the field, giving Casey and Maura space. Not wanting to leave Casey’s side, I reluctantly walk over to the middle of the field. As I am walking away, my legs feel heavy and unreliable while they wobble beneath me. Some of my teammates begin yelling to the trainers at the soccer field above to come quickly and that it is an emergency. Almost instantaneously, I hear the zooming of the trainer’s golf cart come rushing over. My legs keep walking away from Casey, even though it is not what I want them to do. I reach the circle of my teammates, and I slowly lower myself to the ground. I sit cross legged with a glare fixed on the ground in front of me; the forest green, artificial grass pokes through the densely packed, black, rubber pellets. I pull at pieces of this grass and fiddle with the rubber pellets, pushing them into my sweaty palm and seeing if they will leave indentations. I continue to do this as I see the coaches come over to update us, “Girls, we want to warn you that we will have to call an ambulance, but we are hoping it is just an allergic reaction that Casey is having.” My eyes start to well with tears of confusion and anger. I begin to fiercely pull the artificial grass apart to relieve my frustrations. My vision remains fixated on the turf, and I am lost in my own thoughts as I question the situation around me for some

He is also intimidating and that helped when he needed the players respect and to have them work. Coach Boone's leadership style was a dictatorship, this was good and bad. They did what he

The coach is visionary and lives life by adhering to core values. He should have very real strength of character and commitment to personal integrity and honesty.

“Hmm… you tend to get a ton of these grand ideas that you kind of just let fall flat… but I do that too, so you’re not alone. Why?”