I coached youth basketball for many years. Here are my 7 favorite "youth basketball parents" stories.
7. "My Kid Can Score In Bunches" -- We had a kid who played "A" traveling ball in 5th and 6th grades. Good athlete. Dad was a college athlete. Kid simply had no desire to play D, rebound, run the offense, pass, or anything else other than shooting. So 7th grade traveling ball comes. He is our last pick for the team of 10. Halfway through the season the dad approaches us -- "Hey, my kid ought to play more." Well, he has a LOT of deficiencies as a player. "Like what?" (List them all). "Well, I disagree with that analysis, and he is a Great Scorer! He can score in bunches." Well, we need to see improvement in [list all deficiencies]. He never improved.
In 8th grade we left him off the team. The "B" coach doesn't take him. He ends up playing "C" ball and not starting for them. Dad calls -- "It would have been nice to know what we needed to work on before this all happened...."
6. "Should We Just Leave, Go Home?" -- Coaching girls. We are in the state tourney. Win game 1, so we are now in the top 8 in the entire state. Dad, "I'd like to see you guys." Walk out to the other room -- "So, should me and my daughter just not come tomorrow?" Huh? "Well, she played about 35% of the game today, so if you don't need her, maybe we should just stay home." Look, man, we have played your kid 55% of the game all year, today she just played less. "Well, it is humiliating to just sit there and have her barely play!" (He is screaming now.) Do what you want, I guess. Just let us know by midnight.
5. You Should Make Your Players Be Nice to My Daughter!" -- Coaching girls. Parent of a player comes up to me, "You know, I blame YOU for what is happening to my daughter." What is that? "Well, in school, your players don't include her and treat her badly." How so? "Well, they just don't include her." In school? "Yes." When I am not around at all? "Yes. So do something!" (she is screaming, she stomps off).
4. The Man Who would Be Coach (Secretively) -- I am an assistant coach for boys. Father every third game or so will come up to me, "You know, that isn't how you run a press." or "You know, that isn't how you attack a 1-3-1." or "You know, you'll never defend that play properly the way you are." I'd reply that I had discussed same with the head coach and we were comfortable with what we were doing, but if he had good insight, he should talk to the head coach. "That wouldn't do any good." Do you have specifics for me to pass on? "That should be obvious." Kid played for us for 3 years. The dad never once gave the coach a poor written evaluation.
(Runner up for this category would be the dad of the 5'4" non-athlete who became the C coach "cuz my kid never gets a fair shake from the A coach" -- his theory, stay with me, was that we A coaches took guys who were so bad they should play C, leaving too many good players for B, so his kid played C. We were 4th in the state in A basketball in 8th grade, playing our group of C players.)
3. "My Kid Should Play.....Always." -- When we coached, we had "playing time rules" that said every player needed to play 1 1/2 quarters. So, with 10 players, your worst 5 players had to play 37,5% of the time and your best five could only go 62.5% (if you dared to risk the wrath of the worst 5's parents (you generally just played them 50-50% and maybe in the last couple minutes played the better players in a close game)). Anyway, in 8th grade we had a girl who was probably our 5th or 6th best player. Her dad was a former college player. Dad, "She has to start, she plays better when she starts." Start her. "She has to finish. She plays better when she is allowed to finish the game." Um, that isn't likely. "Look, she has to start and finish." We do that for 2 games. "Why is she playing less in the middle of the game? That is hard on her. Do I need to speak to the varsity coach?" We go ask the varsity coach to come evaluate her as a player. He says, "She is maybe your 7th best player. I don't care if you play her at all." Dad says she will finish out the season, but we have ruined her life. We finish 6th in the state.
2. "Why Don't You Get a Ride Home From Those Nice White Parents?" I wasn't coaching here, but my son was playing in 6th grade AAU on a very good suburban team. Being a Minnesota suburban team, we were all white. We go play a team from Minneapolis. We absolutely drill them (like 65-30). Walk to the parking lot. Minneapolis dad sees my son, walks over, "You are a very good player. Great game." Well, how nice! Dad's kid walks up to him in the same parking lot, and Dad, not so nice anymore. "I don't know what you are doing out here. You got killed by the white kids. You think I am giving you a ride home after that? Why don't you go get a ride with those nice white parents. Maybe they can teach you how to play basketball!?!?" Kid is bawling. I drive away.
1. "My Son Is Logging the Minutes on the Bench" -- we are playing in a 3rd grade boys tourney -- first one we ever entered. We have had no practices, have no offense, no defense, no press, no press break, etc. First game we lose 58-11. Opposing coach "How many games have you played?" Zero, well, now 1. You? "37." Next game we are halfway close, so I play the better guys a little more and we lose by only 12. We have one last losers-bracket "friendship game" the next day. Get a call at my house at 9PM. "My son was logging the minutes on the bench and he says your son played 18 minutes and my son played only 12." OK. "Well, we are not coming tomorrow if you don't play those two exactly equal." Um, well, I was trying to be more competitive and your son played a lot and.... "Nope, he kept a log of the minutes, and he didn't play equally. Either play them all the same or we are not coming.......Well?!?" Sure, it is a fucking 3rd grade friendship game, I will play them all the same. "I will be watching!" I never engaged the dad or the son in a conversation ever again. If he said hello, I would be polite, but I never talked to him or his son voluntarily ever again.
I am sure there are more good stories, but those come immediately to mind.