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If a pro ball player stays up the night before a game, playing video games or watching TV, the other players would kick his tail, the coach would fine him, and that nonsense would stop immediately.

What kind of world is it, Ben thought, that lets its coaches die without his boys around him, buying him Cokes, calling him by his first name, and rubbing his shoulder with Atomic Balm? He died without a face in a room I never saw without my kisses in the stained gauze or without my prayers entering the center of his pain. But worst of all, O God, you let him die, let Coach Murphy die, let Dave die, without my thanks, my thanks, my thanks.

Get Fired Up About Your Life Because If You Don't Who Will?

Fortunately, there’s an app for that! It’s called Sonic Sleep Coach, created by Daniel Gartenberg, PhD, who has been awarded more than $1 million in NIH grants to study sleep.

The Patriots had picked Brady in the sixth round, and he soon turned out to be one of the two or three best quarterbacks in the League, and absolutely perfect for the Belichick system and for the team's offense. So, as the team continued to make a series of very good calls on other player personnel choices, there was a general tendency to talk about how brilliant Pioli and Belichick were, and to regard Pioli as the best young player personnel man in the League. Just to remind himself not to believe all the hype and that he could readily have screwed up on that draft, Pioli kept on his desk a photo of Brady, along with a photo of the team's fifth-round traft choice, the man he had taken ahead of Brady: Dave Stachelski. He was a Tight End from Boise State who never a played a down for New England. Stachelski was taken with the 141st pick, Brady with the 199th one. 'If I was so smart,' Pioli liked to say, 'I wouldn't have risked an entire round of the draft in picking Brady.

COACHING TIP: How can triads solve your problems? The central theme of this book is that you are only as smart and capable as your tribe, and that by upgrading your tribe, you multiply the results of your efforts. We have yet to see problems that couldn’t be fixed by a few good triads, such as the fact we couldn’t get an interview with Hoffman. A great question for coaches to ask is this: “What triads, if built, will fix this problem?” The “black belt” version of the question (most useful in stable Stage Four cultures) is “What triads will help us spot and fix problems so big we can’t even think of them?

The truth is that our material possessions, rather than helping us understand our limits and our place in the world, regularly distort out perspective. Put a Coach purse or the key to a BMW M series or the latest Nokia gadget in our hands and it's not uncommon for humility, respect for other people, and appreciation of our environment to drain from out brains.

In a classic interview this week with Sun-Times Springfield correspondent Dave McKinney, Da Coach himself didn’t claim any particular expertise. “This is my choice,” he said. “It doesn’t matter if I’m qualified or not. What’s qualification?

While we sat at the bar, Dave told me the most important advice about talking to women I had ever received, and that was to be as relaxed as possible and not fear rejection. Dave then began hooking up with some girl who looked like a hybrid of Rosie O’Donnell and Miss Piggy, leaving me alone to ponder his words.” “When I was in 8th grade, there was this girl named Sandra who I used to ride the school bus with. Sandra was about 5’2, 120 lbs, and looked like the Hamburglar. She was the prettiest girl in my class.” “In my mind I was the life of the party and felt as though I could do no wrong when it came to interacting with the opposite sex. That was until Marissa caught me red handed hooking up with some girl who looked like a combination of John Madden and Andre the Giant, tapping me on the shoulder and kicking me square in the nuts.” “I was starting to feel bad about how I treated women. Oh wait, no I wasn’t. The girls at Binghamton were nothing more than a bunch of dumb sluts that just wanted to get drunk and suck dick, and besides, they were all going to make a lot more money than me in the future. So I may as well catch brains while these bitches were dumb enough to blow me.” “Out of all the people I could’ve stumbled into blackout drunk, why did it have to be THE MOOSE? As son as she saw me her 300 lb frame waddled over, and she jammed her tongue down my throat, devouring me as though I were a Big Mac. This was embarrassing. Here I was making out with some girl who looked like Eric Cartman in a dress, and everybody was watching. My life was effectively over.” “After annihilating Ruben’s toilet, I looked over my shoulder for some much-needed toilet paper, when to my shock and dismay there was not a single sheet of paper in sight. There’s no way in hell I was rejoining the party covered in poop and I would have wiped my ass with anything. That’s when I noticed his New York Yankees bath towel.” “I spent the rest of my week off getting completely shitfaced with Chris, and that’s when I realized I might be developing a drinking problem. At Bar None, hooking up with some girl who looked like the Loch Ness Monster; this shit had to stop. Alcohol was turning me into a drunken mess, and I vowed right then and there to quit drinking and start smoking more weed immediately.” “I got a new roommate. His name was Erick and he was an ex-marine. Erick and I didn’t know each other, but he knew Kevin, and he also knew that I didn’t shower and that last semester I left a used condom on the floor for two weeks without throwing it away. Eric therefore did not want to live with me.” “Believe it or not, I got another job working with the disabled. See, Manny was nice enough to hook me up with a position as a job coach at the Lavelle School for the Blind. The kid’s name was Fred and he was blind with cerebral palsy. Fred loved dogs and I loved smoking week. Bad combination, and I was fired with 3 days left in the program after allowing Fred to run across the street into oncoming traffic, because I had smoked a bowl an hour earlier. Manny and I never spoke again.” “My life was a dream and a nightmare rolled into one. Here I was living this carefree existence, getting drunk, boning bitches, and playing Sega Genesis in between. Oh wait, what am I talking about? My life was awesome. It’s the rest of my life that’s going to suck.

As a basketball coach, I love to watch the player who rotates to provide defensive help, sets the proper angled screen to free up the three-point shooter, and blocks out the other team’s leading rebounder. Unfortunately, the majority of fans watching the game (and everybody reading the box score in the paper) miss these crucial elements in the win. Statistics just can’t properly measure the impact a player has on the game.

It’s not my job to teach you. It’s your job to learn. I’m just here to coach you along the way,” Doc would say to us on a typical day. He was one part teacher, one part coach, and one part cheerleader—always positive, helpful, and encouraging.

Monitoring Sean’s progress with the towel, Hal gave a grunt of disgust. “Come on. I have an extra towel you can use in the office. No way you can drive home like that—you’ll ruin the car’s interior. ’Sides, we need to talk,” Hal added heavily. Turning on his heel, he headed back toward his office. Sean swallowed with a decided lack of enthusiasm. They entered Hal’s cramped cubicle of an office and Hal shut the door behind him. It closed with an ominous bang. He took a towel hanging from the hook on the door and tossed it at Sean, who grabbed it one-handed. “Thanks,” he said, as he bent to pat his khakis dry. “I hope you know what the hell you’re doing.” The warning tone in Hal’s voice had Sean pausing to glance up at his friend. He straightened, towel forgotten. “Hey, I didn’t plan what you saw back there, Hal. It just happened.” “What’d she do? Pull you into the pool?” Whatever he saw in Sean’s expression had Hal’s face shifting into a lopsided grin. “Thought so. Serves you right, McDermott. You were being a total SOB. You knew it, so did she. Christ, you would never pull that kind of stunt with Dave.” He gave a snort of disgust. “I was watching the two of you the entire workout. Don’t think I didn’t see when you finally took pity on her. Any slower, and you’d have been doing a dog paddle. Real shitty of you, McDermott.” I know, Sean admitted silently. “Right. If she ever agrees to swim with me again, I’ll let her swim her arms off. She got her revenge anyway.” “Good for her.” Sean’s gaze narrowed. Sometimes Hal was a pain in the ass. “Gee, thanks, Coach.” Unfazed by Sean’s sarcasm, Hal continued, “You know, I always suspected something would happen between you and Lily. Intense rivalry can’t come without intense passion. I figured the attraction was there, just waiting for the right moment.” He paused to glare at Sean, then said, “But I would have hoped you’d have a hell of a lot more smarts than to try to seduce a beautiful woman in my pool! Anybody could have walked in on you!” His voice was at a near shout.

Instead of embracing the manager or teacher title, embrace the title of coach. Good

We’re blessed to have him, we’re blessed to have him,” Mara said, “and he’s a two-time world champion now.” No one could disagree at that point. Like Eli Manning, the quarterback Coughlin would express his admiration for, the head coach had finally silenced the doubters for good.

Cluck Lee, it’s time!” Spidroth turned and saw that Sensei Coach was watching the battle from the sidelines as well. “You need to use your full power,” the cowman continued. “Take them off!” “Bwark?” said Cluck Lee. “Bwark, bwark, bwark, bwark?” “It’s alright, Cluck Lee,” said Sensei Coach. “You have my permission.” Cluck Lee reached down, bringing his beak down to his legs. For the first time, Spidroth noticed that the chicken’s legs weren't actually amber, he was wearing amber leggings. The chicken pulled down one of his leggings, and Spidroth saw that he was wearing weights around his ankles. “Leg weights?” said Vioroth. “You mean that chicken did all that while wearing leg weights?!” “The leg weights help with his training,” said Sensei Coach. “Hmmph,” said Necroth. “No offense, but I don’t think removing a couple of little leg weights is going to help much.” Cluck Lee pulled off one leg weight and then the other, holding them both in his beak. Then he opened his beak and the weights fell to the ground. KA-DOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!! The weights were so heavy that when they hit the ground the mountain shook. Everyone’s mouths dropped open in shock, and even Enderbrine looked terrified. “Go, Cluck Lee!” shouted Sensei Coach, punching his fist in the air. “Show them what a true master of chicken-jitsu can do!

Sleep score from my Oura Ring sleep tracker showing more deep sleep and REM sleep than teenagers get in eight to ten hours, even though I slept less than six hours. I also used the Sonic Sleep Coach app, TrueDark sleep glasses, and supplements to reach these levels.

(Spidroth, Sensei Coach and Steve had porkchops, the chickens had wheat seeds)

Sensei Coach

Coach Beckner of Boise State explains the power of body language through the “thermostat” effect of the game changer: “When playmakers walk into a gym, they are thermometers. They take the temperature of the environment (competitiveness level, talent level, energy/emotion) and they adjust to it. They conform to the temperature. The game changer is a thermostat. He walks in the gym and sets the temperature. If the competitiveness level, talent level, or energy/emotion isn't where he likes it…he sets it. He demands, insists, and fights to have the gym and environment the way he wants them” (Phil Beckner, pers. comm.).

As I mentioned in the first chapter, management experts Dave Logan, John King, and Halee Fischer-Wright describe five stages of tribal development in their book, Tribal Leadership. My goal in my first year as head coach was to transform the Bulls from a stage 3 team of lone warriors committed to their own individual success (“I’m great and you’re not”) to a stage 4 team in which the dedication to the We overtakes the emphasis on the Me (“We’re great and you’re not”).

I have no doubt: we all have our shining moments. -Coach Dave Fleming

Further reading: Challenging Coaching, by John Blakey and Ian Day (Nicholas Brealy Publishing, 2012)

The North Carolina academic scandal, for instance, had its precedent at the University of Chicago. That school’s greatest star of the early twentieth century, Walter Eckersall, was allowed to compete for three years despite making almost no progress toward a degree. He was enabled along the way by legendary coach Amos Alonzo Stagg, whose friends on the faculty did all they could to keep the All-American eligible.

The next few moments border on the apocryphal—though Pat told and retold the story quite consistently throughout his life. A stray ball rolled in his direction. As he had so many times in Australia, O’Dea picked up the ball and booted it back toward the players. It flew far over their heads and landed perhaps 75 yards from where he was standing. The players looked at one another and started to shout at the unfamiliar figure. Thinking he had somehow made a breach of etiquette, Pat turned to walk away. But he was quickly intercepted by a short, curly-haired fellow who introduced himself as Phil King, head football coach.

Like a coach, the delegator’s job is to raise the delegatee’s level of awareness of the delegatee’s own performance and potential, so that the delegatee can begin to take more responsibility for the factors limiting or enhancing that performance.

Everyone ready?” “My blade is at your service,” said Sensei Coach. “Ain’t no thing but a chicken wing,” said Jean-Cowphio. “Bwark!” said Cluck Lee. “Then let’s do it,” said Porkins. WATHOOM!!!

Oh yes,” said Sensei Coach happily. “How was being a chicken, Lady Spidrothbrine? I’m very jealous; I’d love to be one myself.

Sensei Coach looked at Cluck Lee and then quickly looked away. “Oh no, no, no,” said Chief Udder angrily. “Please don’t tell me that you consider that chicken to be your son.

Developing coaches (leaders of leaders) may be the single most overlooked yet vital task in spreading a missional movement.

COACHING TIP: Encourage mutual contribution. People at Stage Three rely on themselves. The issue that they need to address, especially later in the stage, is that their effectiveness is capped by their time, which is a limited resource. The more the person can accept help from others, the more he will see that help from others is not only helpful but necessary to his becoming a fully developed leader. Once he begins to form strategies that rely on others, and in which others rely on him, he will have taken a big step into Stage Four.

We suggest that Tribal Leaders ask the question, “What do we have a knack for doing better than anyone else?” This question will often reveal core assets. COACHING TIP: Ask outsiders what your tribe’s core assets are. Since core assets, almost by definition, are hard to see, outsiders can often see them more easily. Tribal Leaders often bring in outside experts for their perspective—not just as experts but as people with a different perspective.

Jason Gesser is an American college football former coach born in 31 May, 1979. He is a former player, former assistant Athletic director for major gifts at WSU. He played for Washington State University under head coach Mike Price. In February 2019 Jason Gesser was hired as the quarterbacks' coach at Wyoming under fourth-year head coach Dave Christensen.

My chickens are very sensitive creatures,” said Sensei Coach. “When I was married, I always made sure the chickens slept in the same room as my wife and me, so they wouldn’t feel lonely.” “And how did that work out for your marriage?” Carl asked. Sensei Coach said nothing.

Fascinating,” said Professor Nerdmeister, looking Sensei Coach up and down. “And if you don’t mind me asking, do you have udders?