Things are definitely different today. It’s been almost 25 years since my last competitive game, but literally every coach I ever had (baseball, football, hockey) at every age group, cursed a blue streak. My friends and I still crack up about some of it. “Jones you look like a f’in cone out there!” Hilarious to us, probably not so funny today, and not so funny to girls either (definitely different standards, whether there should be or not).
I had little league coaches who smoked in the dugout, a legion coach who came out to the mound and told me “if you don’t start throwing some f’in strikes I’m gonna give Lomax your girlfriend’s number”, and a college coach who told “colorful” stories almost every practice.
anyway, not much point other than reminiscing, and that I’d probably let one incident go...probably even two.
I had little league coaches who smoked in the dugout, a legion coach who came out to the mound and told me “if you don’t start throwing some f’in strikes I’m gonna give Lomax your girlfriend’s number”, and a college coach who told “colorful” stories almost every practice.
anyway, not much point other than reminiscing, and that I’d probably let one incident go...probably even two.