Getting back down to the field for the first time since I graduated, I see the two retired uniforms up on the fence and am immediately taken back to my freshman year. One was my teammate/classmate. We played basketball together as well as baseball. He wasn't the most athletic kid in the world, but he would do his best to out work everyone. On the day that, at the time, was the best day of my life... I had been called up to the varsity team three weeks into the season... my teammate was in the hospital. I remember saying, "What do you mean he's in the hospital? What happened?". Well, Dave, my teammate, was running the bases aggressively as he was known to do, in a JV game the day before. He came around third a little too hard and the opposition threw behind him. He took one step and dove back for third... that would be the last step he ever took. Even as I type this I can feel my chest tightening up. Dave broke his neck diving back into third when the top of his head slammed into the third baseman's shin. I was in shock when I heard the news... but I knew I had a job to do that day and I had to block that out.
So as I'm at practice now and I see that number 38, hanging on the left field wall I take the lack of effort personally. Because my teammate, my friend, can't give that effort anymore. The one thing that he was most passionate about was taken away from him in an instant. I want to yell at my players, "Do you see that number out there on that fence? Do you know what he would have given to be able to step out on this field just one more time?". For me, that's why there is no excuse for not working hard everyday. Because today might be the last chance you get to do it... Hard work is pride. Pride in yourself, pride in your team, and pride in your school.
Dave passed away about 13 years ago from the complications from his paralysis. I think tomorrow I share this story with my kids. Just so they understand what is in my head every time I step on that field.
I will update this thread every week if you guys would like to follow along with my journey as a first year high school coach.