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[Hercules Antigua]

Freshamn football at MHS.  We didn't have a soul on the team that could kick and my childhood hero was Steve Willis.  So enter the right tackle as the kicker.  We were practicing kickoff coverage one day and I kicked the ball, hung back like a kicker does and got blindsided.  Knocked my flat on my face.  I let out a F&$^ pretty loud for sure.  I was ripped off the ground by the coach who was a good foot shorter than me and built like Mangino (manhattanites know who this is).  He proceeded to make my one work look small, the facemask grab and yank, pushing me around etc.  "You want to be the king of crap?"  I was running laps and sprints the rest of the afternoon.  I would say it was pretty well deserved.

What if Tony would have said something like: "If you're gonna talk like that why don't you go back to the hood and hang out with your hommies?"

Because that's a whole different deal than getting grabbed by the facemask and running a few sprints.

He would always come up behind you and pinch us on the back of our arms. Another coach abuse story.

Tony would always steal the delicious treats my little sisters would make me.  He had a really good system for doing so too, he would hide in the darker corners of the locker room waiting to see what food everyone was bringing in.  Upon seeing something he liked he would scurry out and attack from behind, he would utilize his deadly pinch attack to distract his victim and then quickly grab whatever treats he could with his other hand.  He stole a lot of my cookies... 

[FecalBuff]

My coach once tried to check my oil while I was being spotted during cheerleader practice.  She was female and boy was she mean.

[Thin Blue Line]

My coach once tried to check my oil while I was being spotted during cheerleader practice.  She was female and boy was she mean.

 

Don't leave us hanging. Details, please. Tia.

[Pett]

One time my tennis coach yelled at me, "C'mon Pett, you can do better than that!!!"

I proceeded to then reported him and got his ass fired.

[catdude33]

JV golf coach said "Are you kidding me?" when I showed him my card after shooting a 108 at our first tournament.

I was not kidding.   

[catzacker]

Baseball coach stories tend to be the best imo. 

I tend to agree with this.  HS baseball coaches like a good combination of a your dad, your uncle, and your brother.  Now, coaches you had during summer leagues (who usually consisted of whatever dad thought he knew how to teach the proper way to bunt) were the ones that were mostly terrible. 

Example1, coach in HS says "hey guys, the principals coming, clean out your dips" and then when the principal leaves says "catzacker, give me your can, i'm confiscating it because my can is out". 

Example2, after blowing a lead and getting close to getting run ruled, summer coach walks up to the mound and says "get your sh*t and get off this f*cking field, you're an embarassment to me and I won't be run ruled", catzacker says "we ain't quitting, you can, but we aren't".

[fatty fat fat]

Tony seemed like a great dude when he was teaching us how to drive. 

[tmramrod91]

Agreed Baseball coaches are the best.  Friend of mine was playin at c-ville, pitching and sucking it up bad.  After a walk, Coach yells from the dugout "hartmann, what is this? (making a diamond shape around his crotchal region)" pitcher replies in a soft voice "a pvssy" Coach yells out 2x as loud "hartmann, what is this" (same gesture). pitcher yells as loud as he can "a pvssy" Coach responds with "exactly. you pitching like a f*cking pvssy"

Note this all occurred btw batters in the middle of an inning.

Also in hs after a loss had a coach take a chair out to centerfield and sit on it while we ran sprints for about an hr.

Ah memories.

[steve dave]

Baseball coach stories tend to be the best imo. 

I tend to agree with this.  HS baseball coaches like a good combination of a your dad, your uncle, and your brother.  Now, coaches you had during summer leagues (who usually consisted of whatever dad thought he knew how to teach the proper way to bunt) were the ones that were mostly terrible. 

Example1, coach in HS says "hey guys, the principals coming, clean out your dips" and then when the principal leaves says "catzacker, give me your can, i'm confiscating it because my can is out". 

Example2, after blowing a lead and getting close to getting run ruled, summer coach walks up to the mound and says "get your sh*t and get off this f*cking field, you're an embarassment to me and I won't be run ruled", catzacker says "we ain't quitting, you can, but we aren't".

Every one of my summer league coaches were Morris Buttermaker but possibly even more white trashy.  It was great.  Like, the trashiest people in town end up being the guys that you send your kids to hang out with because all of the non-trashy parents are to busy with jobs and whatnot to do it themselves.  It's the circle of life.

[waks]

Freshamn football at MHS.  We didn't have a soul on the team that could kick and my childhood hero was Steve Willis.  So enter the right tackle as the kicker.  We were practicing kickoff coverage one day and I kicked the ball, hung back like a kicker does and got blindsided.  Knocked my flat on my face.  I let out a F&$^ pretty loud for sure.  I was ripped off the ground by the coach who was a good foot shorter than me and built like Mangino (manhattanites know who this is).  He proceeded to make my one work look small, the facemask grab and yank, pushing me around etc.  "You want to be the king of crap?"  I was running laps and sprints the rest of the afternoon.  I would say it was pretty well deserved.

What if Tony would have said something like: "If you're gonna talk like that why don't you go back to the hood and hang out with your hommies?"

Because that's a whole different deal than getting grabbed by the facemask and running a few sprints.

Prolly wouldn''t care 'cause I'm white.

 

same school and class as catdoctor, different coach (not my coach for any sports but was my PE teacher and weightlifting teacher), 3 stories...

1) with PE/weightlifting teacher outside in ball field walking inside. he said something like "i ain't got none of those." i then said "well...i guess we now know why you are a PE teacher." he looked at me for two seconds, grabbed me, picked me up, body slammed me onto the field and repeatedly slammed my head against the ground.

2) someone threw a dirty towel on him when his back was turned in the weightlifting room. he turned around and saw three people. i was one (i did not throw the towel). he chased me down. grabbed me and repeatedly slammed my head against the ground. guess it was his "go to"

3) friends birthday. weightlifting room again. he grabs my friend by the balls, holds him down, takes the copenhagen or whatever out of his mouth and inserts it into my friends mouth.

all the same guy who may or may not have been the football coach at mhs a year or two ago.

Sounds like something Ol' Clyde Wilkens would do. My football weights class once spent an entire class period watching video of him hunting a raccoon. It was kind of strange.

[waks]

Freshamn football at MHS.  We didn't have a soul on the team that could kick and my childhood hero was Steve Willis.  So enter the right tackle as the kicker.  We were practicing kickoff coverage one day and I kicked the ball, hung back like a kicker does and got blindsided.  Knocked my flat on my face.  I let out a F&$^ pretty loud for sure.  I was ripped off the ground by the coach who was a good foot shorter than me and built like Mangino (manhattanites know who this is).  He proceeded to make my one work look small, the facemask grab and yank, pushing me around etc.  "You want to be the king of crap?"  I was running laps and sprints the rest of the afternoon.  I would say it was pretty well deserved.

What if Tony would have said something like: "If you're gonna talk like that why don't you go back to the hood and hang out with your hommies?"

Because that's a whole different deal than getting grabbed by the facemask and running a few sprints.

Prolly wouldn''t care 'cause I'm white.

 

same school and class as catdoctor, different coach (not my coach for any sports but was my PE teacher and weightlifting teacher), 3 stories...

1) with PE/weightlifting teacher outside in ball field walking inside. he said something like "i ain't got none of those." i then said "well...i guess we now know why you are a PE teacher." he looked at me for two seconds, grabbed me, picked me up, body slammed me onto the field and repeatedly slammed my head against the ground.

2) someone threw a dirty towel on him when his back was turned in the weightlifting room. he turned around and saw three people. i was one (i did not throw the towel). he chased me down. grabbed me and repeatedly slammed my head against the ground. guess it was his "go to"

3) friends birthday. weightlifting room again. he grabs my friend by the balls, holds him down, takes the copenhagen or whatever out of his mouth and inserts it into my friends mouth.

all the same guy who may or may not have been the football coach at mhs a year or two ago.

I wondered what kind of lies must have been flying around for him to get fired.  Thanks!

I think it had more to do with the fact that he was a crapty football coach.

[JTKSU]

My high school coach waa also an assistant coach on my summer team.  He was definitely the beer buying/showing up to games totally blitzed type of guy.  Good guy though.  One of the younger guys complained to his mommy about being hazed.  Our coach heard about via the principal and promptly kicked the kid off the JV team cause "he doesn't coach cry baby little momma's boys."

[~WabashRoll~]

Great personal coach abuse stories here.

Makes me recall my high school tennis days and a particular encounter with a foreign doubles team from MHS.  My partner and I had run into these showboats a couple time on the junior USTA circuit.  Real flashy, like a lot of foreigners are.  State was around the corner so this was a pretty important match.  Well we took a one set lead, ground strokes were clicking and my partner's serve was over powering these guys.  Wasn't even close, bageled them in the first.  We started goofing off a bit, aiming for their crotches on overheads, swatting each other with towels during the change overs, games with the Gatorade etc.  Well, Manhattan High fought back and won the second set.  Took game seven on ball that was clearly in, but we got hooked.  So, we go to a third and we could both tell coach was getting irate.  Pacing around, fuming, getting real angered up.  We end up in a tie-break in the third and on match point, my partner tries to hit a drop shot from mid-court for no apparent reason that clips the top of the net and rolls out.  Coach proceeds to storm on to the court, rips both raquets out of our hands, wraps them around the net post, and huffs the shattered remains into the parking lot.  All the while going off on like a five minute obscenity filled tirade about how tennis players from Johnson County don't bus into flyover country and lose to a school like Manhattan High.  How we "made an ass out of him" and if it happens again "how he was really going to put a show on for these people".  Well we were pretty much in shock, but coach later apologized to both of us when we took our team shower together afterward.  Message sent, though.  

Needless to say, two weeks later we won State.  And we never lost another high school match to a couple foreigners again.

[Dirty Sanchez]

While playing for the Brooks Barta in the state championship game my senior, it was tied in the fourth right b4 overtime. I was starting LB and and it was like 4th and3 and the other team took a time out and when we all came back out onto the field i did what the captin should do. I counted heads to make sure we had 11. The thing is I only counted 10 and I counted like 4 times and I was freaking out cause they werent in punt formation. So here I am like screaming for a t/o and I dont get one and luckily they punt the ball rugby style. Well the thing is nobody let me know that we had a safety like FORTY yards back and one other thing......we didn't have any time outs left.
See Barta is a pretty intense guy in practice and in the lockeroom, but on the sidline he acts like snyder. But after that play he almost taclked me and picked me up by the facemask with the strength like he was still in his playing days. He called me a fracking idiot and said "we dont have any FRACKING timeouts!!!"
I was very
Thought I was gonna die, but luckily we won the game in double overtime and went undefeated state champs.

It sounds like he changed a lot from when he started coaching.  I had him as coach when he first got out of school and he didn't communicate very well what someone was doing wrong.  Pretty serious dude all the time.

[JTKSU]

Was Fatty one of those foreign guys?

[steve dave]

Great personal coach abuse stories here.

Makes me recall my high school tennis days and a particular encounter with a foreign doubles team from MHS.  My partner and I had run into these showboats a couple time on the junior USTA circuit.  Real flashy, like a lot of foreigners are.  State was around the corner so this was a pretty important match.  We'll we took a one set lead, ground strokes were clicking and my partner's serve was over powering these guys.  Wasn't even close, bageled them in the first.  We started goofing off a bit, aiming for their crotches on overheads, swatting each other with towels during the change overs, games with the Gatorade etc.  Well, Manhattan High fought back and won the second set.  Took game seven on ball that was clearly in, but we got hooked.  So, we go to a third and we could both tell coach was getting irate.  Pacing around, fuming, getting real angered up.  We end up in a tie-break in the third and on match point, my partner tries to hit a drop shot from mid-court for no apparent reason that clips the top of the net and rolls out.  Coach proceeds to storm on to the court, rips both raquets out of our hands, wraps them around the net post, and throws them into the parking lot.  All the while going off on like a five minute obscenity filled tirade about how tennis players from Johnson County don't bus into flyover country and lose to a school like Manhattan High.  How we "made an ass out of him" and if it happens again "how he was really going to put a show on for these people".  Well we were pretty much in shock, but coach later apologized to both of us when we took our team shower together afterward.  Message sent, though. 

Needless to say, two weeks later we won State.  And we never lost another high school match to a couple foreigners again.

wow

[jrod06]

While playing for the Brooks Barta in the state championship game my senior, it was tied in the fourth right b4 overtime. I was starting LB and and it was like 4th and3 and the other team took a time out and when we all came back out onto the field i did what the captin should do. I counted heads to make sure we had 11. The thing is I only counted 10 and I counted like 4 times and I was freaking out cause they werent in punt formation. So here I am like screaming for a t/o and I dont get one and luckily they punt the ball rugby style. Well the thing is nobody let me know that we had a safety like FORTY yards back and one other thing......we didn't have any time outs left.
See Barta is a pretty intense guy in practice and in the lockeroom, but on the sidline he acts like snyder. But after that play he almost taclked me and picked me up by the facemask with the strength like he was still in his playing days. He called me a fracking idiot and said "we dont have any FRACKING timeouts!!!"
I was very
Thought I was gonna die, but luckily we won the game in double overtime and went undefeated state champs.

It sounds like he changed a lot from when he started coaching.  I had him as coach when he first got out of school and he didn't communicate very well what someone was doing wrong.  Pretty serious dude all the time.

Where did he coach you at?

[raquetcat]

One time Coach Kelly put some serious pressure on me at the end of practice by saying that the final point was for all the babes and all the bucks and all the trophies and cars.  I was all   and thought the mental intimidation was highly uncalled for.

I remember one practice at the beginning of a season when coach allen was all "run a lap around city park" and we were all  "we didn't join the tennis team to run". Anyway we started our lap and then cut across the middle of city park so we didn't have to run the whole lap 
then we played v-o-v

[Hercules Antigua]

Tony seemed like a great dude when he was teaching us how to drive. 

I wouldn't know, I learned from Little Apple

[Cat Doctor]

Tony seemed like a great dude when he was teaching us how to drive. 

He is a great guy. 

[Big Sam]

So, as a coach, am I allowed to share how I have abused students I've coached in this thread, or should I start a new one?

Sam S.

[Thin Blue Line]

So, as a coach, am I allowed to share how I have abused students I've coached in this thread, or should I start a new one?

Sam S.

No, no, no. This will do just fine.

[Rick Daris]

Tony seemed like a great dude when he was teaching us how to drive.  

I wouldn't know, I learned from Little Apple

mr hooper  




and yeah, andrade is a good guy. i may or may not have been a teachers assistant for his 4th hour drivers ed class one year. "super long lunches for me coach? sure, don't mind if i do."

 

[sonofdaxjones]

Great Thread.   

[RonLongshaft]

my freshman year of hs bball..

our head coach would throw that ball at you if you weren't paying attention/talking while he was, i got caught talking.  He throw the ball my way and low and behold it hit me right in the jinglebells. I dropped to my knees, couldn't breath etc. (I may have milked it a little) sat on the bench icing my balls the rest of practice, shook it off and went home.  The next game the coach went up to my mom and apologized like crazy I guess, my mom had no idea what he was talking about, you know why???