For me it was Mike Copeland, or Donald Hughes, or Sam Marrow, or Joe Loudermilk. I was blessed to have been coached by some of the best. There's no way I could choose just one.
It's easy to get sidetracked by life's diappointments, especially when they are adults who hurt our children, but I wouldn't trade a minute of the experience. In spite of the bad experiences my son has had with well-intentioned but misguided instructors, he is a better young man because of the influence of some good men that he has had the privilege to call "coach."
Thanks to all of you who sacrifice time with your families and your personal pursuits to impact the lives of young men who share your love of the game.