I was 'required' to attend training about 10 years ago, last season I coached my boy. I did not attend the required training, it was a mix of; a pitch for a business running scams on people involving a baseball training camp for kids and an attempt to fold everyone into a pyramid scheme keeping the tournament monies flowing.
It also had a pamphlet on 'inclusion and diversity', mainly centered on helping the spanish speaking kids. I told the league to kiss my grits, no one else would volunteer to coach so they dropped it, think they only wanted the 20 bucks it cost.
Fun fact ; years before that when my boy was 5 I coached him and we had about half the team which did not speak any English, just spanish or poor messican or puerto rican, some of them couldn't understand each other even. Two hispanic cousins played short and third, they fought over every ball hit that direction, I had to break them up as they would rassle and tumble on the ground hollering in spanish. Usually their Grandpa would come onto the field out of the stands and help me break up the fight and get back to ball.
Funny thing both those kids were good kids, my son still sees them today and they're honest citizens these days, both speak English now and stay out of trouble. One of them had the prettiest little left handed swing, a power hitter. He'd smile at you and ask, 'is good?'
I was 'required' to attend training about 10 years ago, last season I coached my boy. I did not attend the required training, it was a mix of; a pitch for a business running scams on people involving a baseball training camp for kids and an attempt to fold everyone into a pyramid scheme keeping the tournament monies flowing.
It also had a pamphlet on 'inclusion and diversity', mainly centered on helping the spanish speaking kids. I told the league to kiss my grits, no one else would volunteer to coach so they dropped it, think they only wanted the 20 bucks it cost.
Fun fact ; years before that when my boy was 5 I coached him and we had about half the team which did not speak any English, just spanish or poor messican or puerto rican, some of them couldn't understand each other even. Two hispanic cousins played short and third, they fought over every ball hit that direction, I had to break them up as they would rassle and tumble on the ground hollering in spanish. Usually their Grandpa would come onto the field out of the stands and help me break up the fight and get back to ball.
Funny thing both those kids were good kids, my son still sees them today and they're honest citizens these days, both speak English now and stay out of trouble. One of them had the prettiest little left handed swing, a power hitter. He'd smile at you and ask, 'is good?'
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What if the coach is black???