I know we are often irked by coaches, and the lack of knowledge they continually exhibit, but today, was one of those days.
Bantam game - head coach of one team doesn't understand that if his team has option in first half and opts to kick, well, his team may well be kicking again at the second half.
Neither coach could grasp why we were throwing flags. I mean, there were six guys on the line, right? I think we had maybe a dozen such flags. Seriously?
Yeah, I'm Canadian and we have a rouge. But find me any level of ball where a punt into the endzone, with no turnovers, triggers a kickoff. Coach wanted a kickoff. Really wanted a kickoff. "Don't we have a choice?"
On the way home, I realized I was cranky. I put a finger on it... I last saw my wife at noon. It will be 9 p.m. when I get home. I've done one game in a POURING downpour, travelled to a second, worked that in the rain, too. The least these kids deserve is a coaching staff that's gonna teach 'em the rules (Yes, coach, we have a problem with #56 on the end of the line. No, coach, the tackle can't catch a pass) so that we don't have to throw meaningless, ticky-tack, proceural flags and be yelled at for stalling the game.
If you cared as much as you should, coach, and maybe tried to listen to us when we explained why we're flagging you AGAIN, maybe things would be better, huh?