LOL
We had a coach that had a wicked swing.
He had a tennis shoe sole tacked to his paddle.
Bend over, grab the edge of the desk, WHAM. Your feet would be airborn.
I took my share of flights.
He was also one of the best teachers we had. 1st year in high school he pulled me out of an algebra nightmare in less than 2 weeks.
On the other hand, we had a high school superintnedent that should have been lynched. The guy hated me, my motorcycle, and my hair. When he would get the urge for a little Jackal punishment with the ole paddle I would tell him to go screw hisself and take the days instead.I had absolutely no respect for the guy.
He was coach for the girls high school basketball team with an excellent game record. One of his favorite past times were getting the teenage girls who had been injured in sports into the whirlpool for a little feely/grabby session. This was pretty well known, but was overlooked by most due to his girls basketball team win record. It always amazed me that this was let go as far as it did over a friggen game.
After years and years of this he was finaly run through the wringer.