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Did you ever wish that you could go back in time? I do. I wish I could go back and slap some sense into myself at various points of my life. God’s been so good to me, no doubt. However, like everyone else, I’ve lacked some serious perspective from time to time. As I approach my 28th birthday, I get further away from my first job as a head coach. Five years has done so much to change my view of coaching, athletics, and Christian education.
In today’s post I give twelve simple thoughts I wish I could share with my younger self as a twenty-three year old varsity boys basketball coach at Old Suwanee Christian School.
If you are a young coach, take heed. If you’re not, take heed anyway. We can all fall victim to many of these mindsets.
Here they are.
If you asked 23-year-old me if I truly believed this, he undoubtedly would have said, “of course, I know that.”
However, I didn’t act on this on a day-to-day basis. I believed that I deserved the job that I had, but truly it was nothing but His grace that led me there.
If only I realized that He had me there for a specific purpose, I would have been so much more impactful.
I had been married all of five months when I was informed of my promotion.
My wife is cool, so cool. She knew going in that a Christian school teacher didn’t make that much money. She also knew that a Christian school coach didn’t make that much on top of working close to sixty hours a week.
She knew all this and still married me. I can’t explain it either.
If I could do it over again, I would give her the quality time that she deserved (and still deserves).
I’m not going to lie, I prayed for my guys daily. No exaggeration.
I prayed for them to be leaders. I prayed for them to honor God with their hearts and actions. I prayed for their home situations. I prayed for those of them that I thought were unsaved. I prayed for their dedication to basketball. I prayed for their skill-development.
But then ask 23-year-old me if I prayed for them when it wasn’t basketball season.
I should have prayed more.
I really thought that I was something special. I was very proud of my new position.
I wasn’t overly-cocky and arrogant. I think if you asked my first few teams about my personality, they wouldn’t say I was a jerk. I truly did practice servant leadership whenever I could.
However, I was proud. Deep down I thought that I had arrived and there was no place to go but up.
I wish I could tell myself that anyone could have done my job. They may have done it differently, but the results would have been similar.
Very few people are actually linchpins to the success of an organization. Especially, in Christian ministry.
God does the work, and He uses whomever He wills.
I never purposely ran up the score on a team. That’s not to say it didn’t happen.
I played subs when we were up big, but I didn’t tell them to let off the gas too often.
We beat a team 80-5 once… in basketball. This past year at Victory, we lost a game 85-6. It wasn’t any fun.
I would tell 23-year-old me that games like this don’t teach anyone anything. Having been on both sides, I see more clearly now.
Karma isn’t in the Bible, but what goes around truly does come around.
We only lost four games my first year as a head coach. We made the playoffs for the first time in three years. It must have been my expert coaching, right?
23-year-old me was clearly a tactical genius, capable of inspiring greatness in previously under-achieving athletes.
False, I had inherited a young team of talented basketball players and a transfer from the Proviso West basketball system.
On top of the nice set-up left for me by the previous coach, our school dropped into a lower classification due to lower enrollment.
Clearly the deck was stacked in my favor to succeed. Those guys could have coached themselves to similar results.
23-year-old me didn’t believe that, though. He was a basketball guru. You couldn’t tell him any different.
Hey, 23-year-old me did something right! Blind squirrels find acorns too.
I stumbled across Rick Torbett’s Better Basketball's Read and React Offense
the summer before I started coaching.
After researching it more thoroughly, I bought the DVD’s and attended the clinic.
We implemented it immediately, and I really think it got us no less than six wins that season.
Without the R&R, I probably would have ran something that didn’t utilize my players’ skills correctly. I would have undoubtedly fallen onto a crutch of a system that I was familiar with but didn’t produce results.
The Read and React made me a decent coach.
23-year-old me was obsessed with winning the state title. I knew we had the talent. I also secretly knew my situation was extremely favorable.
I was so focused on achieving that goal, that I missed making some great memories in the process.
With the talent that I had, I wish that I experimented a bit more. Hindsight is twenty-twenty, but I think we could have done some more things defensively that would have made us better.
I’ve learned not to be scared to try new things. The only wins that truly matter are the ones that have post-season implications. Ask Coach Pop, he sacrificed about ten to fifteen regular season wins to get an NBA championship.
That’s a pretty fair trade.
I currently have a very good relationship with a core group of my previous players. They’ve helped me out so often. It’s because I invested time in them.
I wish that I invested the same time in the rest of my players, though. I should have spent more time developing relationships with them.
I also should have spent more time building friendships with opposing coaches. Too often I viewed them as the enemy. Really they are co-laborers in the Kingdom.
I didn’t let my guys get away with everything. I addressed issues. I dismissed a player from the team for a period of time. I benched guys for bad attitudes. I did all the coachy things.
However, I wish I held them more accountable in their attitudes and relationships. Especially their relationship with Christ.
Looking back on all of these missed opportunities, it’s very easy to be depressed. However, I rejoice in knowing that God used that period of time to teach me many things about teaching, coaching, mentoring, and ultimately about Himself.
I certainly haven’t figured it all out, but I feel that this piece of advice would benefit all young coaches.
So please listen to 28-year-old me, because 23-year-old me wouldn’t have cared to take the time to talk to you.