I missed posting last month. Honestly, I didn’t know what to say. I’ve been doing a lot of reflection—thinking about my relationships and the type of coach I want to be remembered as.
When this all started, I loved every moment I spent around a ball. But as things grew, some of the things I once loved started to bring me stress. Why? Ego.
When I started, I didn’t care what anyone thought of what I was doing. Somewhere along the line, that changed. Part of it came from the pressure of running a company and trying to keep it stable. But a bigger part came from tying my own value to my team/clubs’ results.
I got mad when players left—even when they were moving upward to bigger opportunities. I got mad when we lost—not just the normal disappointment that comes from competing—but a deeper frustration that made me feel like I was the failure.
In those moments, I lost control. I can look back now and laugh at some of it, but also feel shame. I became someone I don’t want to be. And for that, I owe an apology—to my players, my staff, and everyone around me.
I’m not going to pretend that I’ve fully figured it out yet. I’m still working on it—on keeping perspective, on managing the stress, on separating my own worth from the scoreboard. But I am improving, and I’m committed to continuing that growth.
Moving forward, I can’t promise I’ll never yell (let’s be real), but I can promise to refocus on why I started all this: to grow the game, to develop players, to play with passion, and most importantly—to love the game again.
Here’s to moving forward, growing together, and continuing to help every player reach their potential.