My first day of coaching started off, literally, in a lawn chair on the sidelines of my kid’s soccer game. The coach’s assistant, a dad of one of the kids on the field, couldn’t make the game. The coach, another dad of one of the kids on the team, needed someone to keep the time. I didn’t realize that one needed to keep time at a soccer game, but I agreed to help out. Besides, I thought it might be cool to be on the coach’s side of the field with a stopwatch, and I figured… how hard could this be? The coach wanted me to watch the time and let him know every time 7 minutes had passed. That 7-minute marker would let him know that it was time to rotate the kids on the field - to make substitutions. I later learned that the recreation league we played in had a rule that every kid needs to play for about half the game. That was over my head on that day, though. I just knew - 7 minutes, let the coach know. I had no idea the rules for substitutions. I had no idea who should play where or why - or for how long. I just knew that my job was to crow every 7 minutes. My father-in-law had a great saying: “A task once begun, great or small, do it well or not at all.” I’ve always been a be-all-you-can-be kind of person, and by God, I was going to be the best 7-minute cuckoo clock I could be. Send me in coach! I remembered my father being assistant coach for my little league team. I know now that he wasn’t particularly good at baseball, but he was out there on the field with me, and even though I personally hated baseball, I enjoyed looking over and seeing my Dad out there with me. It made me feel good to know we were doing something together. He’ll always be there in my memory - larger than life. Playing catch with him was about the only thing I liked about baseball - and it had nothing to do with the ball or the game. Fast forward a few decades, and I’m watching my kids on the soccer field. From the coach’s side! I literally can’t figure out how to make my cell phone countdown on a 7 minute timer, and my brain is scrambling trying to do the math - okay 10:13 + 7 minutes equals 10:20, so I need to start letting him know about 7:19, so it’s 7:15 now. In four minutes I’m going to sound the 60-second warning…. He already had about a minute warning built into my 7-minute schedule, so my 60-second warning was a 2-minute overkill, but hey… it was the effort, right? Memories of my father were strong with me that day. I was giving that gift to my kids now. Pretty cool. Last season, I launched our transition academy. This is a grouping of kids who are 7 and 8 years olds. They’re transitioning from an academy style of play - where all the kids basically parallel play in a big group - to a more team structure. We introduce rules of the game, coaches, individual fields for games, scores, team Web sites… the whole nine. We’d been having problems with the Academy programs in the past. We lost 80% of our kids the season before. They all left soccer or went to other Clubs. I had no idea what happened. We had two “directors” responsible for that program before. One left, and the other one didn’t have a lot of education or experience. I was determined that this group of families - the future of our Club - were going to have a good experience. I set up the field the first day. We had no coaches - zero. We had a new Director I felt was really good with the kids and could pull this off, but I wasn’t taking any chances. I was there early and if I needed to, I was going to coach the program myself. Whatever it took, I thought, these families were going to have a good time. When the parents all arrived, I gathered everybody up in one place and gave a season-opening speech. I let them know that we were going to have a good time. I communicated all the most important points about uniforms, field setup, ball sizes, good hydration, what they can expect, and took questions. The parents were awesome! They asked good questions. The energy was high. The kids were getting warmed up. I didn’t even give them chance. Our Club is a not-for-profit, all-volunteer organization. We’ve paid a few coaches, but our fees are so affordable to the community that we can’t afford to run the Club without volunteers. I asked for four parents to raise their hands. Four dad hands went up. I asked them to stand in a special place. They would become our new coaches - at least for the day. Then I asked for four more hands raised. a few moms and a dad raised their hands. I set them up in a slightly different position. They would be our new timers. I put all the kids in a row on a line, sorted them into four teams, matched kids with their parents, and explained to everyone what was next. We broke into four teams, put pinnies on the kids, set up our new timers as our newest generation of cuckoo clocks. We gave the coaches some basic instructions, and off we went. These parents rocked the field. The kids had a blast. The parents had fun. Parents on the sidelines could see parents on the coaches side doing a great job. The day went off without a hitch, and I smiled all the way home. The parents that volunteered on that first day are leaders. They not only lead their cohort of soccer families through a great experience, but they sent a loud and clear signal to the kids, that they are in good hands, that they’re surrounded by a good community who takes care of them, and that it’s a fun thing to do - this youth sports thing. We all have fun! And we all support it. Those parents went on - FASTER than any group that had come before them - to start picking up coaching credentials. These guys are serious. They’re my kind of people! Now… Stay in the soccer community long enough and someone will use the term “Daddy-Ball.” This is usually a professional coach who mistakenly believes that kids have a lower quality experience when Moms and Dad’s take on the role of coach. This is false on so many levels that I won’t be able to cover them all. First, it should be said that a good coach doesn’t need to be a soccer player. My skills at coaching are intermediate at best, but my kids love their team. They’ve matured exponentially over the years. And for those who are scoreboard watchers, we had several undefeated seasons. I’m proud of the memories we made, of the high fives, the team cheers, the ups and the downs, and the experience that the kids on my team had. There are two different skills sets. There’s a player skill set - at which I probably wouldn’t do too well, and a coaching skill set - which is rooted in providing safety, organization, inspiration, and leadership. I’ve been into leadership my entire life. When I left the government in 2011 as a Supervisory GS-15, I had three divisions of employees. Developing my staffs to their fullest potential was the thing that brought me the greatest joy in my work. Developing kids is unbelievably rewarding and fun! Now, people who mess with their iPhone and answer email while they let kids run around in a backyard-style scrimmage every practice - probably shouldn’t be coaching. But moms and dads who care about giving their kids the best possible experience - who aren’t afraid to learn some new things - who enjoy helping people - these parents make AWESOME coaches. Now, Dave, someone is saying in their head right now. The U.S. is already behind the power curve when it comes to fielding world class soccer players. This year, the men’s team didn’t qualify for the World Cup. We can’t afford to make more Daddy-Ball. To them, I say it’s exactly the opposite. We can’t afford NOT to play more Daddy-Ball. Who in the world says every kid who wants to play soccer has to spend thousands of dollars to play on a Select travel team? That is nonsense. The majority of kids don’t even LIKE that level of competition. But if soccer can only played with professional coaches who make thousands of dollars per team, what do we do with the thousands of kids who have real talent, but don’t have the funds to buy a $400 uniform or pay thousands of dollars in a season to play? And this isn’t just a financial argument. Quality of coaching isn’t dependent upon the amount of money a coach makes. I coach as a volunteer - 240 hours per season. With two kids playing on three teams each for many years - being President of a soccer Club that co-owns two big select travel tournaments in the region, I’ve seen a lot of coaches. Many of the coaches I know are making good money coaching - don’t impress me. In fact, I would avoid them. On the other hand, I know several coaches who don’t make a dime as volunteer Dads, but I know do an awesome job their teams. I have a lot of respect for many coaches who volunteer - and would consider my kids lucky to have them as their coach. Having moms and dads coach brings soccer into living rooms and around ice cream cones. It brings community to the game and the game to the community. I played rec soccer as a kid - as a way to cross train for other sports. The more I learn about the game, the more I appreciate why it’s called the Beautiful Game around the world. The nuances, the flow, the shapes, the synergies between players… I love soccer now - but that’s because I took the time to get to know it. If moms and dads are reduced to wallets and taxi drivers, what kind of conversations do you think are happening at home? More Daddy Ball means more kids are playing and not paying huge fees. Lower fees and more access means creating on-ramps for kids from all backgrounds and interests. Swimmers, basketball players, baseball players, singers, and kids with huge talent and low income. Parents come off the couch and plug in. interest in professional soccer matches goes up. Knowledge and appreciation goes up. It’s a win-win-win… Credentialing helps - a lot. I’m a huge fan of coaching education. There’s a saying in the coaching community that a river only rises to the level of the lake that feeds it. I believe that, and I believe that anyone who takes on a coaching role has a responsibility to acquire the skills necessary to continue if that what they want to do. But education is a natural part of every coach’s journey. If I can go from lawn chair on the sidelines to coaching kids all the way through to High School, I firmly believe any parent can do this. I believe the future of this sport depends on it.