Sport
Don’t BOX Me In! Inside the Coach’s box of Coach Trisha Stafford-Odom
I miss competing but now I take it to another level: I’m still competing. I just can’t talk the same kind of trash as when I’m droppin’ 25-35 in somebody’s mouth! Easy! {cracking up}.
CR: Indeed. There has to be a family moment. You know that. I tell you. It is kind of hard to come up with typical questions for the not so typical woman. Pull from me where I’m going with this. Your family: the boys, your husband, their influence…………
TSO: My family, #1 Supporter’s. That sounds corny! I mean, My 3 Dudes! I think they are the first persons I can influence. They are the first people that I coach. What I do every day, how I do it. So needless to say as competitive as I am, I don’t want to fail. I don’t want to fail them. I want to make them proud daily. Just seeing my son recently with some of the players drawing up play’s for 5 of them. He woke up like, “Ma, I want YOU to Coach me. Take me to the gym and work me out. I want YOU to show me how to be a Coach. I want YOU to take me to the gym, take me to the locker room and show me what to do.”
My husband hears this end of my coaching. The frustrations, the end of recruiting calls, phone calls with my boss. I know I’m influencing him. He sees the haters. He knows the insides of it. He sees it happening.
CR: Some things the world just does n’t need to know.
TSO: Indeed.
CR: Indeed! That being said, with the intensity of your facial expression and tone of your voice, do you ever admit that you are wrong. I can read people: Especially good people with golden hearts. Trish, you got stamped dead on your face, “I do not admit when I’m wrong.”
