Latest Column from Jeff Welsch
Posted: Mon May 07, 2007 12:53 pm
This was in yesterday's paper and I had to share it with everyone. An excellent article by Jeff. Thanks for putting things in perspective for all the sports parents out there!!
Who would want this job?
For years, I’ve often tried to decide whether sports editing is more like umpiring or coaching.
We’re like umpires in that we’re supposed to be perfect — then improve.
We’re like coaches in that everybody who has more than a passing interest in what we do is certain they can do it better.
Like umpires, we typically hear from the public about our job performance only when we screw up or when they think we screwed up.
Like coaches, we must consistently deal with parents who are convinced we have the power to make or break a college athletic scholarship for Jumpin’ Jonny or Sure-shot Suzy.
Though I’ve never had dirt kicked on my feet by an irate coach, I have felt the warm ooze of pepperoni pizza sliding down my back courtesy of irate fans.
Though I’ve never heard catcalls from the bleachers from spectators unhappy with my handling of players, I’ve ... oh, wait, once I was even booed by a band.
I didn’t have my answer to this age-old question until witnessing the circuses at Bozeman and Ennis high schools the past few weeks.
So, as of today, I genuflect at the altar of the high school coach.
Consider the cases of
Bozeman High’s Mike Cole
and Ennis’ Jeff Malby, basketball coaches both. The former’s job hangs in the balance
after two decades; the latter has
already been shown the door.
Their missteps: A few parents don’t like them.
They couch their gripes in
vague generalities, of course. They toss around “poor communication” the way Bush administration scoundrels blather “I can’t recall” when their feet are held to the fire for inconsistencies, malfeasance or corruption.
So the coaches twist in the wind, unable to respond to many complaints because they don’t know what they are.
Coaches have to sit there and take it, in part because they’re public employees, I suppose, but also because of too many spineless administrators.
Come to think of it, I should’ve known all along where I’d land on this debate.
At least my job pays more than cleaning pit toilets for the Park Service. At least I receive less abuse than an IRS tax collector. At least I have more free time for family, friends and exploring Montana’s natural wonders than a first-year Grey’s Anatomy intern.
Can’t say the same for coaches.
A columnist for the Fargo (N.D.) Forum recently calculated that the typical high school coach makes about $2.17 per hour.
Of course, that doesn’t include travel benefits: Hundreds of miles on smelly school buses in wintry weather going to such exotic places as Butte, Billings and Big Timber.
It also doesn’t include the free tickets for front-row seats.
And don’t forget the championship glory, radio shows, shoe contracts, platitudes from Dickie V., etc.
Yeah.
Here’s the thing too many parents seem to forget: Perfect or imperfect, the vast majority of high school coaches are in it because they believe in the game, believe in the redeeming social values of high school athletics, believe in the kids.
There is simply no other rationale for the sacrifices.
Yet the proliferation of parental intrusion seems destined to destroy what was once so good and pure.
If Cole and Malby were isolated examples, that’s one thing. They’re not.
Officials and umpires already are in short supply because they’re fed up with the inane sideline rantings and jabs from know-itall parents.
Finding qualified coaches almost certainly will be the next crisis if it already isn’t. More and more, schools must look outside their own hallways to find people willing to devote the time and thick skin for what is virtually a volunteer position.
The most frustrating part is that the parents who most need admonishing too often are the ones who least recognize it.
Thing is, at least umpires can tell these irrational wingnuts to stuff a lollipop in their mouths, and sports editors can tell them to stuff it, period.
Coaches must grin and bear it.
Which is why, after years of wondering whether I’d rather umpire or coach when I grow up and get a real job, I’ve made up my mind.
I’ll go where you can give parents the boot — instead of the other way around.