[GarthB]

I like coaches. If it weren't for them — even the bad ones — a lot of kids would sit around doing nothing constructive.


Or, having the times of their lives playing on the corner sandlot across from the P&C with no b!tchy parents living through their kids and no coaches yelling at them "get your head out, what are you, retarded?"

Just them, Jimmy "mouse" Knauss, Gary, Jay, Alan, Denny, Johnnie, Larry, Donnie, Lann, Billy, Greg and Artie... playing ball until the street lights come on and then hightailing it for home on their bikes with the glove dangling from one handle bar, a bat held by index fingers as it lays across both handle bars and a ball in a pocket.

Man, I'm old.