When I saw the buses pull up recently at a track meet, it brought back some memories of infamous trips that I remember being on. I already talked about one track meet where one of my athletes decided to “moon” a deputy sheriff. There were always the winter trips with the chance of getting stuck in a snow drift, or if it wasn’t snowing but near zero outside, trying to stay warm was quite a chore in a bus with those old heating systems. By the time you arrived at your destination there was sometimes a quarter inch of frost on the windows. Then there were the trips when it was decided to save money by taking one bus. You had to keep teenagers apart in a crowded bus, because you had the boys and girls teams riding together. There usually was a shot putter who decided it would be fun to take one of the heavy shots out of the bucket they were stored in and let it roll down the aisle and distract the driver. Usually it made enough noise that it was stopped way before it made the front of the bus. All of these were still better than chaperoning a field trip, however, when the students decided to sing “One hundred bottles of beer on the wall”. After 20 or 30 miles of this, you were ready to jump out the door. You never wanted to lose a ball game, but it was sure quiet on the bus on the ride home after losing one. This was just part of the fun of being a coach. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.