Today is the annual Father Judge High School Student-Athlete Signing Day. It is a chance to recognize those student-athletes who have committed to play a sport in college. Kyle, obviously, will be joining the University of Dallas lacrosse team in the fall.
Of course, there is always a catch. Kyle’s lacrosse “coach” – I place that in parentheses because he is literally the worst coach I have ever seen – received the notification for the event a few weeks ago, and decided to send it to the lacrosse players Sunday afternoon. So anyone who wanted to rush to the school – if it was local – for a t-shirt or hat was out of luck. And while Division I programs usually make a production out of this day, smaller schools don’t have the resources for that.
Mrs. Earp sent an email to UD’s athletic director – a fantastic person, by the way – asking if they had any letters of intent which Kyle could sign. The AD responded immediately and we had a copy printed in a half hour. (It’s amazing what a school can do when they actually care.)…
The event was actually pretty nice. As we walked in, we were greeted by the high school A.D. who “lost” all my coaching clearances two years ago. I nodded at him and continued walking. All the student-athletes were seated at tables, and signed their college intent letters and a form for the school, so the news could be publicized. I did find it odd, however, for a senior class of almost 200, only fourteen players were committed to college athletics. As a former lacrosse coach, I thought that number was rather low. Either the rest of the athletes also got the message late, or the coaches at the high school aren’t doing their jobs.
Afterward, the kids had refreshments, and while we were talking with Kyle, his “coach” walked in. You may remember this tool. He is the one who has made Kyle’s senior year a living hell, played him only sparingly, and constantly berated him. The coach made a beeline to the other two lacrosse players – smart move, douchebag – talked to the kids and their parents before taking photos with them. Suffice to say, neither Kyle or I wanted anything to do with this POS, so we kept our distance.
Today is the last day of a miserable season (current record: 4-11, and today will be a loss), and I will be taking the hour drive to see Kyle play his last high school game.
I’m very proud of Kyle. Not only for his academics – still holding a GPA near 3.5 – and his athletics, but also for not losing his composure after this “coach” and the two assistant “coaches” have done everything in their power to make Kyle quit the team. You assholes tried your best and you lost. You lost because a high school senior was a better man and more mature than the three of you combined.