I
met “Coach” aka Mike, Mikey, and Dadda to the kiddos when were in college.
Believe it or not y’all we met picking up trash for philanthropy for my
sorority. His fraternity had the most members there and won a bar-b-que in
their honor (which I did not attend). I noticed this handsome Spanish guy
walking around me with his cute smile and muscles and thought “hey he’s cute!”
yet...I did not speak a word to the guy.
Fast
forward to later that night, my best friends dragged me to a party thrown by
the fraternity and I swore up and down we would only stay for 30 minutes
because I so didn’t want to be there. Well, 30 minutes turned into hours and
hours have now turned into almost 11 years the poor boy has been stuck with me.
I blame him for his stalker stare during the entire party, but it was the best
thing that could have happened to me.
Before meeting the Teacher:
Coach originally began his
college career at Southern Methodist University as a defensive end on their
team. He injured his shoulder, underwent surgery, was recruited by O-HI-O
state, but wound up playing Semi-Pro in good ol’ San Antonio.
After meeting the Teacher:
It’s been an 11 years full
of great memories, sad moments, times of struggle and frustration and moments
where I wondered “what the heck am I doing?” Coach ended up graduating from our
university UTSA with a Political Science major, worked in the business world
for a few years, started and fought as a Professional Mixed Martial Arts
Fighter (don’t ask how I survived that- think UFC fighting. Thankfully, I was a
huge fan). A few years ago, after missing being involved in football and sports
in general Coach decided and realized the Teacher was right all along and chose
to go back to pursue his passion: Coaching.
So here we are, retired from
professional fighting and starting his coaching career off as an assistant
Varsity football and Varsity soccer coach. It’s been a long road with Coach,
but I cannot say how proud of him I am and where he is today.
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