Moving On....

Last night was the PGYSA Annual General Meeting and today I find myself, for the first time in four years, no longer a board member of the organization.  Deciding not to run again for election was a difficult decision as I have invested a lot of time and energy, both physical and mental, to my duties as a director over the last four years.  Just like any investment it is hard to walk away from even if the time is right.  The decision for me is made much easier in that the newly elected board is made up of very caring, dedicated individuals who each bring a particular skill set to the table that will aide PGYSA as they continue to develop and implement a menu of programs that focus on all levels of development for both players and coaches.

As with any commitment that involves interacting with a large number of other people the last four years have been filled with highs and lows.  For myself, the time was right to step away as the obstacles and frustrations have been harder to shake off and began to overshadow the successes.  However, as I reflect on the last four years I realize it has been a great ride. I have made some great new friends, worked with hundreds of awesome kids, grown a tremendous amount as a coach and built relationships that will last a lifetime.  I am very proud of the programs such as Future Stars and the Whitecaps Academy as well as the increased focus on player and coach development. 

I am still intending to be heavily involved in soccer on the coaching side and I am sure I will have a hand in organization and program building as it is just not my personality to sit on the sidelines but I am looking forward to a break from the board room and the political side of youth sports.  As rewarding as the last four years has been it will also be nice to be able to say "Really, that's an issue?  Sorry, I haven't heard anything about it." 

Why we do what we do?

Recently I have been thinking a lot about the journey each of us takes in life and the little choices we make that lead us down certain paths.  No. I am not going through a mid life crisis that will see me buy a corvette or get a "Free Tibet" tattoo (though the corvette would be cool, and yes the Dalai lama should be able to return home but I digress).  Working with the Sport School athletes I have been challenging them to be aware of the choices they make and examine why they do the things they do.  As a result I a presentation about a journey which has lead a social studies teacher looking for a job to a life of teaching , coaching and generally spending the vast majority of my time working with kids and sports.

This is the first team I ever coached, the 1995-96 Blackburn Junior Secondary Volleyball team.  It was my first year teaching and I was on a temporary contract.  In those days everyone knew the way to go from temporary to permanent was to make sure that you left a big void if they got rid of you so being a sports guy I asked what teams needed a coach and there happened to be one left, Junior Boys Volleyball.  Of course, I hadn't played volleyball since grade 9 but I had bills to pay and I had left my job at CN Rail to pursue teaching so my options were limited, time to fake until I could make it.  Fortunately for me my best friend J.P. was a provincial team volleyball player and also a brand new teacher looking for a job.  Can you say co-coach!  

Our team was made up of primarily grade 9's so our success was limited but the kids were keen and committed and we as coaches still had the enthusiasm and misguided belief that through our guidance we would soon have a provincial championship team on our hands.  Well, long story short the provincial championship never came but what did was far more valuable.  Lots of laughs, life-long friendships, a belief in the value of hard work and the importance of being part of a team.  What I did not realize is that group of kids would begin me on what is now an 18 year journey in coaching and working with youth that would lead touch every part of my life.  

That first year of teaching I ended up coaching, in addition to volleyball, rugby, track and field, as well as running an intramural program, putting on basketball camps for elementary schools, in other words I got my full-time position.  But it was the volleyball, and the relationships I started to build that ignited my passion.  They were just such a great group of kids who worked exceptionally hard and (even though I didn't fully appreciate it at the time) demonstrated that the sport is secondary to the life lessons one learns from being part of a team.  

Soon coaching began to touch all parts of my life.  It was through my time coaching that I eventually met my wife, who would get called in to substitute teach my class when I was away on a tournaments.  It was only by chance that she was also a volleyball coach (her maiden name was Spike, if that was not fate I don't know what is).  My team knew Ms. Spike and took a lot of credit for "setting us up", when we had our first child, team mothers gave us hand made baby blankets and looked after my son during games and practices.   It was clear I wasn't just coaching kids I was gaining an extended family.  When I started coaching I looked at the kids as my little brothers, once I had kids I started to see characteristics in them that I would hope my son(s) would possess.  Truly the connections and relationships formed through hours in the gym and on the bus had become an indispensable part of my life.  

Now 18 years later I look back and realize I would not have wished for a different path.  My wife, sons and myself are all heavily involved in sports.  We still coach and compete ourselves, we have won games and lost games but the relationships are as important to us as ever.  When I look back on the that first team that it all started with I still smile.  I run into a few of the guys once in a while, some have moved, many have lost touch as they have moved on with life, one tragically past away a few years after he graduated (JP and I did the eulogy and I still think about him almost ever day) and I am sure what they mean to me is far greater than what I meant to them.   Most importantly, I do see glimpses of those boys in my own sons and it makes me proud and satisfied with time well spent.