Random Advice for College Graduates

So, You're Gonna Graduate

3. Can’t is a four-letter word. Or, as we say on the court to young players: "Whether you think you can or you think you can't, you're right." At nineteen, I decided I wanted to work for myself and wear shorts all the time. I majored in American Literature because novels were more interesting than textbooks. Since graduation, my buddies have laughed and told me to get a job. Who makes a livelihood wearing shorts all the time? Who gets paid to coach basketball full-time when they barely played in high school? Well, as it turns out, me. Strangers on airplanes do not comprehend what I do. Friends offer to hire me, out of pity I think. Though I do not make a fortune, I do wake every morning and do exactly what I want to do: train, write and wear shorts to work. There is no possible rationalization for how I went from a volunteer Special Olympics coach as a 20 year old undergraduate to a professional basketball coach in Europe at 25, but it happened. Shakespeare wrote: “Doubt is a thief that often makes us fear to tread where we might have won.” I wrote to dozens of coaches, coached any and every team possible, wrote articles to get recognition (and created a side career, as I now have four books published) and got to where I wanted to be: a professional head basketball coach. I doubt my path could be duplicated again; but, that does not mean there is not another path out there to take you where you want to go. 

4. If it was easy, everyone would do it. Along the same lines, be willing to work for free. After college, I was a men’s college basketball assistant coach making $1000 for the entire season, which was a third of what I had made during college as an assistant varsity high school coach. But, the experience was priceless. Do not look for the easy way. I spent an entire summer traversing the West Coast (Washington, Arizona, California and Utah) working basketball camps for eight straight weeks without a single day off from either coaching or traveling; I slept in my car, had my stereo stolen in Tucson, AZ, drove fifteen hours in one day to catch a flight at 6:00AM the next morning, etc. And, I loved it. Keep your eyes on the prize. I returned from coaching in Europe determined to find a way to get paid to coach here. While starting my own basketball training business (basically helping to create an entire industry out of nothing), I installed sports courts in people’s backyards in one hundred degree heat for nine dollars an hour. I kept score for adult men’s league games so I could get free gym time to train players. Sure, taking a college degree, swallowing some pride and working for nine bucks an hour is not the ideal (nor is the drive from Sacramento to Tucson), but if it gets you where you want to go, it is certainly worth it. It is much easier to give up your dreams and find the nine-to-five making decent money shuffling papers in some corporation or selling cell phones. But, taking the road less traveled by is almost always worth it.