~Rex Hudson, Class of 2025

Every practice my coach Whined

Standing there on that soccer field 

In his irritating Irish accent

“Rex, It’s not good enough”

When I was already giving

110%

He thinks I’m made In a laboratory, 

a perfect boy

With no flaws

Critiquing me, Pestering me

Pushing me over the edge

Making me question why I love this game

I despise that coach 

My old friend tried to warn me,

I Didn’t listen

Every practice he tore off pieces of the

Love I have for soccer out of my body

Like stealing candy from

A little kid

He stood there

The lousy grin that he wore 

With his old man white hair 

Even though he’s 40 Years old,

Paired with his whiny Irish accent

He tortures kids with

Making them forget why

They wanted to play soccer

In the first place 

I hate that coach. 

It made me realize

One Coach can ruin your

Genuine love of the sport

Don’t let a negative force 

Define what you know

You are and what you want to be