My son had this coach that just loved, the sun and moon set on him. Even more so we all just loved the whole family. Genuinely the nicest people. But it’s the nicest people you have to look out for apparently.
The way his birthday landed he was only with this coach every other year. When people ask me why I let my son return such a terrible organization, an organization that brushed off the pervious abuse he endured. It was because of this coach and this coach alone. My son fully trusted him, I fully trusted him (and his wife). He was fast friends with his teammate. After I spoke out about the head coach’s absolutely horrible behavior towards me, my son and the other kids, and my son made the decision to leave. This man, this person that he looked up to so much just left him standing there wondering why he hated him, why he no longer could talk to his friend. What did he do?
My heart broke over and over as I watched as he tried to reach out to his friend, as he begged this man he adored so much ignore his texts. Begging him to talk to him. Counting the hours since this “man” read his text. Carrying his phone around for days just waiting to hear from him. The hours spent cry for the friend he missed so much cry because he didn’t understand why his coach hated him.
The thing he didn’t know was the coaches wife had called me to tell me that it was best my son leave. “He was not up to the standards the organization has come to expect, he should find something he is better suited for. People were sick of my son holding back their kids.” I am sorry, isn’t this a house team, a team in general.