Early 90’s in Hendersonville my son was in 9-10 aabc as a 9 yr. old. About two games into the season the HBC was struggling to make practices and/or games due to work schedule. Knowing I had played ball, he asked me to take the team. I did and it was a big mistake.
My approach was try to teach some skills and not break anyone…along with having fun. Several kids appeared they had never seen a baseball diamond let alone played the game. So I brought in a tennis ball machine WITH tennis balls to work on fielding pop flys (thought it might save some teeth) along with hours of soft toss against the fence (with actual baseballs).
We had a decent season placing 2nd in the league with 4 players making allstars.
About halfway through the season we had a bad, bad game. Lost 12-0. After the game we had our postgame meeting and I assured all the players that I would never get on to them for errors, pitching or strikeouts but the effort that game was terrible and we needed to do better.
One of the loud-mouthed mothers spoke up and said maybe we need a coach to put more effort in teaching baseball instead of tennis. I looked at her with a smile and said I agree.
We had to redraft players each year and the following year I did not draft her son. She made it a point to seek me out and thank me for not picking him.
That was my last year coaching (moved to GA) and easily one of the less dramatic issues I dealt with over my two year coaching stint.
People really do suck.