Life on the Sideline

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First reading the title, you may think I am a bitter athlete who never gets to play. That is not the case for this article. I am the Journalism sports photographer, and I was on the football sideline every game this past season. Being on the sideline gives you insight to who the coaches, players, and trainers truly are. I am here to reveal all the traits I noticed as a bystander.

Let’s start with the coaches. I am a very big fan of the coaching staff we have here at SHS. They are very friendly, for the most part. They all have different jobs. Coach Davis walks along the sideline throwing up signs that not even his players understand and spits with every syllable he says. Coach Preston yells at the officials and then grabs some defensive player and yells in his face until the next play. Then he gets upset when the player doesn’t know he is in the next play. Coach Slaughter is like Coach Preston in the whole yelling aspect, except he hugs them afterwards and tells them he loves them. Coach Taruc is the most entertaining. He walks along the sideline following the line judge talking to him the whole time about how he is not good at his job. When the line judge gets angry with him he says “I am the fat one” (talking about Coach Preston). Coach Caldwell walks in front of the players always screaming “Get back!” So just from the coaches I have learned: Don’t stand by Coach Davis without a rain coat; go to Coach Slaughter if you need to get yelled at or need to be loved; don’t mess up or Coach Preston will pick you apart; you can’t trust Coach Taruc, he might be Coach Preston, and always stand 3 feet behind the line for Coach Caldwell to like you.

Now to the players. How do I word this nicely? They are disgusting. You will never smell or see anything more nasty. They have a certain smell that I will never forget. I think some of them need to see a doctor; there is no way one boy could have so much saliva to be spitting so much. Some of them also have two personalities. Off the field they are somewhat nice; on the field though… they can be rude. Thankfully the good outweighs the bad on the field. Multiple players would let me stand by them and tell me when I was about to get trampled. That was very helpful since during the first game I got tackled. Most of them would also help me if I had any questions, which was also very helpful because I had no idea what was happening. So, thank you to the nice players.

Now on to my favorite part of Friday nights: the trainers. The trainers are some of the nicest, bravest, hardworking ladies I have ever met. They face some terrible situations and always keep a smile on their faces. They kept me laughing and helped me know where to stand. They are very underrated and not appreciated by a lot of people. So, from being on the sideline, I have come up with some rules when dealing with student trainers. 1. NEVER throw the water bottles down. The girls each have bottles they have to hold and they clean them individually. 2. Don’t yell at them to go during the time-outs. Each girl is assigned a different job and they know how to do their jobs; just focus on your game. 3. Don’t you dare hurt one of their feelings. You hurt one girl, you hurt them all, and they will proceed to talk about what you deserve for the rest of the game. (The trainers include: Karissa King, Cora King, Kaylee Cummings, Victoria Box, Riley Roberts,  Mckenzie DeLoach, Brianna Willis, Erin Barr, and Jameia Raby.)


As you can see, I learned and observed many interesting things from my life on the sideline. I truly did enjoy my time with everybody, and I hated my bear hugs with Coach Preston. (He thought it was good luck). I wish the boys, trainers, and coaches a good season next year, and I wish much luck to any other bystander in the future.

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Life on the Sideline