Originally Posted by SluggerDad:
Well, JH. No doubt about it, you can always try to get better at baseball. Hard, hard game to master. And no 14-18 yo HS kid can say they've got no room to improve. Guess one question is what is a HS coach's main job? To develop (all) of his players to the maximum extent possible. Or to win as many games as possible. I would guess most think of their job at least when we are talking Varsity as winning. But that can mean -- though I am not sure it has to mean -- that developing players who are going to contribute less in the coach's mind (whether the coach is right or wrong) takes a back seat to development. Which means a kid who wants to get better may have to not depend much on his coach to help make him better. Our coach, for example, once the season started, hardly worked with the non-starters. They would shag while the starters took bp on the field, get less time in the cages than the starters, get far fewer reps on team defensive drills than the starters. The emphasis was clearly on getting the starters ready to win games, rather than helping the non-starters develop. That was his choice. Others might do it differently.
I believe a coach's job is to win. I also believe a coach that helps develop players will most likely have a better chance to win than a coach that doesn't help players.
When I was a freshman in high school I played on the JV basketball team. My high school's basketball program was very good, seeing many players move on to play in college and our school's name featured in many of the national rankings throughout my life at the school. That JV basketball team alone saw 7 players move on to play collegiately, with one garnering First Team All-America honors at the Division I level and another playing in the pros after a very good college career. I was a scrawny, fringy-athletic little kid that had OK court vision and a decent jump shot. I might not have been the last player on the depth chart, but I was pretty close to it.
About three weeks into our preseason practices, I was fouled putting up a layup and my body landed awkwardly sideways. I felt an odd pull in my left knee and some pain and swelling afterward. An x-ray revealed a slight fracture of my kneecap, and a requirement to be on crutches. I'd miss about the first half of the season before being able to play again. Obviously, this didn't bode well for my chances to get higher on the depth chart.
Every day I'd show up to practice on my crutches and stand by the ball basket, helping distribute them to my teammates. I'd stand on the sideline and study the play book with my coach and give my teammates water when they had a break from action. When they did conditioning that didn't impact their knees - an ab circuit or a medicine ball program - I'd join in.
When I was finally cleared to re-join the action, I was even further behind skills-wise than I had been when I was already near the back of the bench. And, given that the season was halfway done, Coach didn't have much time to help me catch up.
One day, I stayed after practice and worked with another teammate on rolling off a pick at the elbow and angling to catch and shoot a mid-range jumper. I knew that if I was going to enter a game at any point, it'd most likely be for the purpose of executing a set play, and I wanted to be prepared to take the shot if I was called upon. I rolled off probably 100 screens that day, and missed most of the shots I took. We'd alternate between responsibilities…he'd pass me the ball ten times and I'd shoot, and then we'd switch and I'd pass him the ball ten times and he'd shoot. My teammate and I then moved to the free throw line and proceeded to take 100 shots each before calling it quits. We'd compete to see who could make the most free throws, and the loser would have to take on the winner's responsibilities the next day (I was in charge of carrying the balls to practice, he was in charge of a water cooler).
My teammate and I would do this every day for about ten days. It took maybe a half hour after practice, and it was fun. With 3 games left in the season, my name was finally called to come off the bench. It was late in the 3rd quarter and we were down by 3 points. The first possession we had saw me simply catching and making a pass to the corner to another teammate. The second possession saw us setting up for the play we called "Kansas"…and had me rolling off the screen for a set shot. I calmly set up, pivoted, and bounced off my teammate's shoulder. I caught the pass from the point guard, set my feet, and shot the ball. It went in.
I didn't play another minute that game, or the rest of the season. My stat line read "1 Att., 1 Shot, 2 Points" for the year. The next winter, I quit basketball in favor of baseball, which was very obviously what I was better at.
I didn't really care that I played 3 total minutes of a JV basketball season when I was 14 years old. I cared that I came back from an injury and worked my way into a game and contributed in a positive manner. My coach was happy, my teammates were happy, and I was happy.
Everyone has different goals and expectations for themselves, but there's no excuse to avoid putting time and effort into doing something. Basketball was a hobby of mine - far from a passion or something I was even good at. But why would I not want to succeed? I succeeded. I'm still happy about making that shot.