I Got Kicked Out… Again

Got Tossed. And This Time, I Deserved It.

The whistle. The walk. The silence.

The first time it happened, I called it passion. This time, I had to call it what it was: me.

You don’t get ejected because of one call. You get ejected because your passion stops serving your team and starts serving your ego.

At some point, conviction turns into control. And fighting for your team becomes fighting with everyone.

That’s the slow drift, the one that sneaks up on you. The version of me who once said "composure is our weapon" forgot to use it.

Coaching humbles you like that. It reminds you that leadership isn’t proven in the moments you explode, it’s proven in the moments you don’t.

The same passion that fuels you can also burn you.

So here I am again, replaying it in my head. Not as an excuse. As a mirror.

Getting kicked out again was the feedback I needed to face myself.