Last night I became a cricket coach. Actually, to be a little more specific, last night I was officially recognized as a cricket coach by finally enrolling in a NSW Cricket Association Level 1 Coaching Course and completing it. I’ve actually been a cricket coach for a couple of years but now I’ve got a piece of paper that proves it.
The coaching course was a very interesting experience with a couple of knowledgeable guys taking it. They have obviously been doing the job for years and have been coaching at representative elvel for a long time and had a wealth of experience behind them. The course was worth the experience simply for the different drills and training tips that they were able to show us. All in all it was a very enjoyable experience and the tips and drills are going to be put into practice tomorrow night at training.
So what does it mean? It means that I can put my name forward as a coach for the local junior cricket club where my son plays and hold up my coaching qualification as proof that I can do the job. It also means that, hopefully, in a year’s time I will be able to apply to do the Level 2 Coaching Course to become an even more qualified coach and perhaps take a representative team.
For the next 12 months I would merely like to continue on with the assistant coaching that I am doing and learn as much about developing the skills and techniques of young aspiring cricketers. I feel that I have already started my own son down the right path and like the idea of taking other youngsters from a point where they are raw hopefuls and helping them make the most of their talents.
That’s all in the future for now.
A Second Summer Storm…And It’s Still Spring
Sydney was hit by another heavy storm last night. The second in two nights and this one was a doozy. This reminds me of summer days past when it would be stinking hot during the day and then, like clockwork, the black clouds would come roiling up from the south west and crash down on the city.
Last night the light show was simply amazing with continuous flashes of light punctuated by heavy booms of thunder. I was on the train heading home when the rain actually started and had to make the dash to the car in the first few moments. I thought I was a little unfortunate to have been caught in the rain, that is, until it REALLY started coming down. We’re talking sheets and sheets of rain that cut visibility to around 20 metres.
The drive home was an exercise in caution. For one thing, the temperature was still pretty warm and thanks to my clothes being damp from the dash to the car the windows of the car went phwoom with fog. So the demisters were going double time, the windscreen wipers were on full pelt and I was crawling along at around 20km/h to ensure there were no unexpected obstacles on the road.
Speaking of unexpected obstacles, as I was driving to my coaches course later in the evening I went past the local park and saw that power lines were down in the car park. This was a bit of an indication of how hairy it actually got during the storm. It could have been even worse because this particular park was usually populated by heaps of OzTag footballers – my daughter being one of them. Obviously the place was vacated at the start of the storm and before any lines came down.