editor’s letter
My new
title: Assistant Coach.
Huh?
I found
out when
I
walked
across campus to drop something off to Jake and one of
the other coaches addressed
me as such.
“Funny,” I said.
“No really,” he laughed.
“It’s documented.”
And it was. I am the official volunteer assistant coach
for the Southeastern Fightin’
Lions.
Who in their right mind
would make me an assistant
coach? Good guess.
I called Jake immediately
to protest.
“Jake, the most official part
of my volunteer duties is grabbing the box lunches for the
team and making sure they
having something to eat,” I
said.
“That’s the only box I
could check,” he replied.
Well, my first demotion. I
was assistant coach, and then
I became a check mark. Well,
this check mark was going to
be the best check mark possible.
So, I asked, what does a
check mark do exactly?
Jake said I should do the
same thing I’ve been doing.
And so this past weekend, I
did.
First, I was an official scorekeeper for one of the groups.
One of the other coaches said
I was certified. Well, that was
the easiest certification I ever
got – a login and password for
golfstat.com.
The player I followed was
much improved from the day
before, and the only thing
I told him all day was to get
a plan and stick to the plan.
I remembered that Metairie
Country Club PGA Pro David
Marchand told my husband
that one day at a golf tournament. I thought it sounded
pretty good ... and official.
The next day, I told a player that he needed to get out
of his own way. Another thing
I overheard once. To my surprise, the player agreed.
Hmmm ... it’s working.
And then Jake asked me to
do something I’m really nervous about. He told me that
in order to step it up, I needed
to start figuring out what clubs
players were hitting where so
that I could tell Jake later.
That means I need a notebook. I am continuously gob
smacked when players remember every shot they ever
hit. I can’t even remember
one hole from another. I’m
like, it’s the one with the trees
around the green and the
fairway that slanted. I. Don’t.
Know. Which. Stinkin’. Club.
They. Hit.
So, I tried it out the next
day. And forgot to do it. But I
did take a lot of pictures that
I will share with the boys and
their parents. I’ll send them
to our sports information guy
and will probably use some of
them in our scrapbooks ... as
soon as I ever start scrapbooking.
After the round, the team
was instructed to give their
scorecards to the coach. When
a couple of them looked at
me, I quickly shook my head.
“I’ll go get him,” I said.
Well, I’m a checkmark
training. So there you have it.
Amber
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