He’d have me do a few tasks, maybe put up some equipment.
But Coach M always treated me like a buddy, keeping me at arm’s length during practice but chatting with me all during the third period “teacher’s aide” assignment I had with Coach. I wasn’t even the star player, since Jason Edwards, a junior, was a better quarterback than me and usually our starter.
I just knew I looked up to Coach Myers and followed him around like a puppy dog.
