COLUMN JUNE 2018
The Best Coach I Ever Had
F ather’s Day is fast approaching, and I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about my old man and everything he’s done for me over the years. Though there have been a couple of hiccups in our relationship, today we’re back on track, Thinking of My Old Man This Father’s Day
to a close, he’d try to put in a weaker player and they’d shake their head.“No, no,”they’d say.“Send in Chris instead! We gotta win!”He’d sigh and say,“You sure?” Then he’d tap me on the shoulder, and I’d head off.
and even in those difficult moments, I never forgot his outsized contribution to my life and how influential he’s been at every turn. There’s little doubt in my mind that he’s a big reason I pursued the chiropractic profession in the first place. Growing up, my dad was my baseball coach in addition to the coach of not one but two hockey teams. On weekends, he’d guide my team to victory (usually), then speed off to coachmy younger brother’s game to do the same. Both my brother and I were pretty passionate about hockey, and we were invited to play with the A-level teams in our age group, but we opted to play in the B-level so we could have
He always gave me my space as a kid, supporting whatever I decided to pursue. I always say that it was my mom’s nursing career coupled withmy dad’s nitty-gritty mechanical engineering work that combined to create the chiropractor I am today. After all, a chiropractor is just an electrical engineer for the human body!
But even though he was supportive, he never let us get away with anything. Though there were a fewmoments where he chalked up some mistake I’dmade as“boys being boys,”if he knew he needed to draw a hard line, he’d do it. I may not have appreciated that as a kid, but looking back as a dadmyself, it’s clear that he always hadmy best interests inmind. All in all, he was a great guiding force for my life. Unfortunately, we lost touch for a while there, but lately, we’ve been reconnecting, a fact I’m really grateful for. Now he’s a 90-year-old guy living out in Florida, and I give him a call sometimes when he pops intomy head and we catch up a bit. For Father’s Day, I’ll make sure to dial himup and let him know just how important he’s been tome over all these years, through thick and thin. –Dr. Chris Colby
our dad as a coach without dealing with a logistical nightmare. We were never forced to, though. My dad always said,“If you want to go that more advanced route, I won’t be offended,”but it was a lot more fun working with him and tearing it up in the slightly lower tier. Even as the coach’s son, I didn’t get preferential treatment. Though he put me in the front, he always made sure that I developed humility, and he kept me fromgetting a big head. He was adamant that everybody should have equal time out on the ice. Sometimes, funnily enough, if we were down a few points and the game was coming
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