By Eric Brody
Over 30 years later, I still think about how much I hated Coach Probst. I remember he would always throw me out of gym class and send me to the principal office. One time, he said we were going to field hockey and I said "Field Hockey is for girls!" He pointed his finger and told me to get out of here. Another time, Kluesner and Tallman were playfully fighting each other. I stepped in to break it up and Probst sent me to the Principal's office despite my protest that I was just breaking it up. Whenever we did laps, he would call people out to sit down and I would always be the last person to be called to sit down. One day, I just stopped running and said "Screw this!" He yelled "Get to the principal's office"
The end came when my Dad, the PriPublish Postncipal, Coach Probst, and I had a meeting in the Principal's office. I kept arguing that he was out to get me and he kept saying nobody was out to get me. In any case, he stopped picking on me thereafter.
Years later when I went to high school, Probst was the assistant baseball coach there on the same team my brother played on. My brother said he was an a-hole and quit the team along with more than 1/2 of the players. They ended the season with just 10 players on the team.
Thursday, March 31, 2005
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