We don’t have TIME for this struggle, too. It’s so isolating. It’s hard to find time to talk to coach about it—our schedules rarely sync enough for more than goodnight hugs and kisses. In the isolation our worries grow bigger.
If you give a coach a scrap of paper, he’s going to want a pen. When you give the coach the pen, he will draw a play on that scrap paper. After he draws the play, he is probably going to want a chair to sit down and think about it.
I’m not sure there’s anyone who struggles with the “what might have been” mentality more than a coach (can I get an AMEN?!). It sometimes tortures them. Day and night. In and out of season. And golly does my husband have it bad. Like real bad. Sometimes before bed we still mull over the ...
This is one of those times when what’s going on at home can be prioritized over what’s going on at the field, even if it’s just for a few hours.