… the season finale of Friday Night Lights left me in tears.

I love what I am doing at SLA. It is exactly what I am supposed to be doing with my life right now, but I admit…

I miss coaching.

I loved every moment with my players. I loved 6:30 am. I loved the time-outs with 1:00 to go, down by two. I loved screaming as the kids ran the halls of the school at 7:00 am, yelling "Scarsdale doesn’t run this early! Columbia doesn’t run this early!" I loved driving to tournaments with kids, talking about Ultimate and school and life for hours. I loved lay-up lines and go-to drills and breaking down game film. I loved the anticipation of game-day, seeing the kids in the halls or in class and just smiling, knowing it was game day.

I loved the singularity of purpose. I loved everyone working toward one goal.

I would have loved a National championship, a city championship, but in the end, I just miss coaching.