Coach K.. Duke Basketball..? Nah. Coach K.. Middle School Cheerleading!

So...

A lot of people are asking me how I got into coaching cheerleading. And honestly- it’s a legitimate question. Lol.

So today, I tell the world.. How I got my start in cheerleading…

One day in October I was speaking to my school’s athletic director about a position that he wanted me to take in the spring, coaching boys track. This was a coaching job that was supposed to be mine last year but he gave it to someone else because he forgot to confirm the position with me. I was somewhat upset about it last year but he apologized and guaranteed me the job this school year. During our conversation, he began telling me how he was struggling to find a candidate in our building to coach the cheerleading team. It’s a tough place to work already, so dedicating your time and effort after regular hours is even tougher. Nobody was interested in the job and he told me that he may have to cancel the squad this year. Me, being half stupid and half compassionate- told him that if he couldn’t find anyone to do it, that I would take the job. He looked at me and said “Are you serious?” I told him “Yes, but only if you can’t find anyone else to do it”. So long story short, here I am, Coach K.

A lot of people were nervous about me coaching the team and even doubted that I would be successful with the task. But here I am, three months in and still grinding it out. I’ve heard it all from the naysayer, to the gay jokes to your making yourself look weird. But I no longer pay attention to all of that. I must admit that my mindset has changed tremendously about the sport and that I’m having fun coaching the student athletes. So shout out to new and positive experiences! I hope this inspires you to step outside of your box and try something new.

- Coach K

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