I know, it’s the holiday season and I shouldn’t be thinking about physically attacking a youth basketball coach. Especially one coaching in a Catholic Youth Organization game in which my 8th grade daughter was playing.

That’s just what happened this past Sunday as I sat in suburban Kansas City watching my daughter get her hoop on.

The team we played was a better team. You could just tell during the pregame layup drills. More athletes and girls as tall as the oak trees that line the streets here. They seemed well coached too and being a coach myself, I watched the guy run his team through drills to see how good they really were.

Our team is filled with great kids and last year they played in a standard Catholic Youth Organization league. This year, because they were so successful last year, they decided to play up a division. Despite a great effort by our girls, they just couldn’t keep up with this bigger and more experienced team.

I was proud of my daughter and her teammates for competing the best they could. They never once gave in nor did they give less than 100-percent on every play up and down the court. They did what they were playing the game to do: compete and have fun.

That said, once the opposing team was up by 20 points, the other coach should have gone back to a standard defense and used as much clock as possible the final quarter. Entering the fourth quarter, our girls were trailing nimrod coach’s team 29-9. The game was over, from a win-loss perspective. Our girls continued to play hard but the end result of the game wasn’t going to change.

So with the score so lopsided, what did this junior basketball legend of a coach do? He puts on the full court press.

What a dick.

Not only that, he has his girls running double-teams and running and gunning the break after each rebound.

So much for being a good sport.

I am one competitive guy. When it comes to business, sports, and just about anything, I play to win. In the case of CYO sports, the mission statement says: “Participation, in the athletic events, is to be considered primary. ‘Competition and winning’ are by-products of participating and are of lessor importance.”

Apparently this guy didn’t read the guide book.

The good news was our girls were fine. They didn’t even seem to care. But for this middle-aged coach, I was livid. It’s coaches like this who can ruin the experience of participatory sports for kids. Not all kids are going to be All-Americans or even earn a scholarship to a college or university. Like my daughter, some kids just want to play to belong and to learn the game and team work.

Punk coaches like this are tolerated by parents and by kids. It’s too bad because they’re teaching their kids a horrible lesson. Instead of teaching them about winning with class, they go for the old “salt in the wound” style of play. Not only is that unsportsmanlike, but for a coach of a Catholic middle school team, unforgivable.

For me, as hard as I try not to contradict myself, I’d like to punch that jerk in the mouth. I see coaches like this in football, basketball and baseball with my son. They’re so wrong and so selfish it’s sad. I always feel for the kids on the other side and question why their parents won’t step up and say something.

Which brings me back to this punk coach and my desire to let him have it.

But, mindful that I am not only a coach on the court but one to my kids off it, I restrained myself. Although my wife did have to physically stop me from clipping the guys heels with our baby stroller.

I told you I was competitive.