The freshly cut grass slightly burned at my nostrils as I drew in a deep breath. My heart started to beat slightly faster as I heard a familiar voice barking instructions at a group of huge young men as they went through some basic position drills. I could smell the slightly soiled clothes that each sweaty player probably left in their locker the day before. I looked down at the goose bumps that arose on each of my arms...then I knew. I am home. This is what I was born to do.
My name is George Zaleuke, and I have been coaching football (at one level or another) since 1985. I am very excited to be joining the football coaching staff at Vero Beach High School this coming season. This change is huge for me, because I spent the previous 16 season at Sebastian River High School (SRHS) just up the road. I was one of the group of coaches who left SRHS when a great friend and colleague (Randy Bethel) was wrongly terminated. I stayed out of coaching for two seasons before I was I was invited back into the fold...at Vero Beach High School...our former arch enemy. I won't go into the details of our dismissal because I have hashed this out many times on my former blogs:
www.thedistantreplay.blogspot.com www.Coach-George.Blogspot.com
I will just say that I am absolutely thrilled to be on the staff at Vero Beach High School, for this is a dream come true for me. I am so excited.
This blog will be a diary of my first season back at Vero Beach High School. I will try to enter something into the blog each about what I am experiencing joining a new elite program. I still have a lot of questions about my abilities. Sitting idle the past two seasons did nothing for my self confidence. Am I worthy? Can I do this? Coach Bethel has always raved about my talent on the field...so I hope he is right. I know this much, what I don't know I will learn. No one will carry my weight on their backs. I will study hard, and I will be a loyal soldier.
Let me tell you something about myself:
.Grice (age 3) - Kirby (age 4) -Kelsey (age 9)
These are my babies. Well actually they are my GRANDBABIES...the offspring of my daughter Kristin and her husband Joey. I am crazy about these kids. Sometimes I may write about them alone in this blog. These kids are probably the sole reason I am alive today.
Grice: Look at his feet and hands!
Please check back with this blog daily. It has been awhile since I did any serious writing, so it may take a little while until I get into the full swing of things again.
See you tomorrow. Big Day. I may throw up.
GZ
"It's Great To Be A Fighting Indian"
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