We were inbetween my sophomore and junior years of High School Baseball.... Having just wrapped up the JV season of HS ball, most the kids were going to play for one of two competitive summer travel teams. I decided I still wanted to play for the youth league because my Best friend was on the team, with the coach i had played for most of my youth. I was at a game, in uniform over the summer when the Varsity and JV HS Baseball coaches walked by our field and saw me playing catch... the JV Coach lost it on me. He wasn't even my coach (at the time) and said i would never amount to anything because I wouldn't compete.

Looking back i understand how right he was, not pushing myself to be more competitive and/or strive for greater things. I was complacent with playing on a team that practiced once a week and I could dominate, and didn't realize how much i was limiting myself. Was embarrassing in the moment.

I was a reserve on a really really good high school basketball team. We went 24-1. I never really expected to play much unless we were blowing teams out and quite frankly I was only concerned with scoring points. I was decent at scoring but an awful defender. Typical white guy.

Anyway my coach was kind of a dickhead. He used to call me "Damn it" as a nickname because anytime in practice I was so bad at defense he would have to yell damn it all the time. They started calling me damn it in school. I led the team in scoring in our reserve game and after the game the coach came up to congratulate me but didn't use my name, just the name damn it.

After boot camp I don't really think anything a coach ever said to me could count as being chewed out.

Let me see, yep I definitely have a story for this subject. Sophomore year in high school and I was trying to make varsity football. I was playing cornerback and came on a corner blitz and nailed the starting varsity QB (who had the no contact jersey on). Coach walked up to me and grabbed me by the facemask and started yanking me around while providing a few choice words that would get a coach fired in this day and age. I had no problem with that part of it, the part I wasn't particularly fond of was he lead me over to a 10 ft deep ditch and tossed me down into it. I had to climb my way out of the ditch in full pads. But here's the thing, I didn't do that again in practice, instead I saved that aggression for the actual game where I knew it was no holds barred! Had a pretty good game the following Friday.

Baseball- Coach pulls the team aside after a tournament game and proceeds to chew us all out with expletive's and the random ".. playing like a bunch of old ladies in wheelchairs.. pull your heads out of your asses...."

This went on for a full 20minutes.

We were 8. lol

gotta love the 80's!

Similar experience on my soccer team when I was 6 years old. The other team had a girl on it who was large for our age and was kicking our asses. She was tough and physical. Coach shouted us down and shamed us on the sidelines about "getting beat by a girl!" for his whole halftime speech.

Must have gotten through to me because one time in the second half she was running my way towards our goal and I ran up and kicked the ball the other direction, up and over the swarm of kids. Pretty sure that was the only time that whole season that my foot actually touched the soccer ball. I walked off that field feeling about 10 feet tall. We lost by a lot, though.

Had a dude who was a high school cosch ate my ass after a night of drinking. Does that count?

Yelling was never the issue in High School for me. Football you would always have coaches yelling at you and saying this and that.

Baseball on the other hand was a different story. Our head coach was a retired military man who had been coaching baseball for many many years for the High School. When ever you screwed up whether it be fielding a ball wrong, making a bad throw or whatever...

He would call time, walk out onto the field not saying a word and with his hands on his hip he would just stare at you for what seemed like hours! Again he would not say a word and just stare at you. Then turn around and walk back into the dugout. This was by far much worse than getting yelled at by a coach.

Our youth soccer coach was a hothead, yelling at dipshit players that mostly deserved it. But you always had a sense that he was just a little unhinged. Then there was the time he got into a fight/shoving match with the opposing coach. Turned out later that he beat his wife. got arrested for it as I recall. Sometimes when there is smoke there is fire.

Nothing comes to mind in sports.

I had a manager years ago who was practically a screaming coach though, and oddly enough given my hardcore passive aggressive/non-confrontational upbringing, I found it does absolutely nothing for me. If anything, I'd have a hard time not cracking a smile at someone screaming about sports (or work) unless I was getting screamed at for putting someone's life in danger or something that's actually serious (and probably why I never played in anything that was super competitive).

It was the first and last time I ever quit a team in my life. My dad never allowed me to quit teams but for some reason when I came home that day he just seen me and let me quit, and I played baseball, soccer, football, tennis... He told me years later that He could just tell that this was a different incident than the norm.

I was on a very competitive high level soccer team and I was between the ages of 11-12.. I guess from my coaches perspective I couldn't get a play down that we were running and he kept drilling me in front of the entire team and then eventually grabbed me and yelled go sit over here and watch you're not getting it, but I still remember to this day I think it was just the way he did it and all, it just got me crying in front of the team that day too and I remember saying to myself I will NEVER come back to play for this team...

Turns out later he got fired from the club (unrelated to me) team asked me to come back but I was too embarrassed...

Eventually made varsity as a freshman, quit playing end of sophmore year, got too involved in weed and partying. Waste of talent in soccer, I was always just "ok" at high school football.

Coaches used to yank you by your facemask at football practice if you weren't paying attention.

This one is close but the "chewing" came from parents in the marching band booster club. Our 6A team was getting ready to run out on the field but the band wasn't finished. A couple of guys with the banner and team captains sprinted out and started to run through and around the brass section. Oops, a huge roar and calling out of the team commenced. Never happened again. Don't mess with the band!

I was by far the worst putter on our college golf team despite being in the #2 to #3 ranked golfer on our team. I liked to just hit the range and bomb drives at practice.

One day I was hitting 50 yard hooks dicking around and he goes you fkn embarrass me. Took all my clubs outta my bag except my wedges and putter. Told me I had to practice putting only for a week.

The next meet I had 44 and 42 putts despite hitting 16 and 15 greens. Think it was probably just to spite him. Im not the best teammate.

Never, because I wasnt a ****ing dipshit.