It isn’t often I am losing a battle with consciousness at 9pm, but this was not an ordinary day. I stood in the sun from 8 AM until it slipped behind the curve of the world and brought me into night. This was my final flag football day–a day where I went from being a coach to a fan and tried to go out on top. My kids won two out of three championships, with the sole loss coming to the Speed Force who just didn’t have it in them to win. We lacked even the 1/3rd strength squad I was relying upon for success. Instead a lot was put on my injured mid-kid. Too much was put on him and we eventually were defeated by both of the teams who battled it out for the championship.
I’m good with that. I believe had we had just two more speedsters we would’ve won, but that is bygones. I’m happy the two who did win were happy about that opportunity to play and show what they could do.
And now I am done. I love being a coach. I don’t love having angry parents rushing the field and cursing my name. I don’t love kids not listening and begging for the ball to the extent that it is hard to run the play. I don’t love the politics. So, I am done with flag. I’ll finish out the tackle season and then evaluate even that, but it might be time to be a fn and coach up my kids like a dad.
It was a good run though.