I had to smile when I read this. Love the coach's contradictory approach. Reminds me of the baseball coach we had when I was in college. One time when he got ejected (and there were so many of those I couldn't count it on two hands), he left the field, and walked across the road (which runs near the field) and stood there to watch what he could of the game, and was still yelling the profanities loud enough some of us in the bleachers could hear him. Funny part was, there's a skeet range nearby, and every time someone took a shot over there, another profanity from coach's mouth. We were laughing so hard, because it was as if he was swearing everytime he was getting shot or something. He came back for the second game of the doubleheader, and was calm, but had an ashen look on his face when he realized the umpires knew why we were laughing.