Coach B

Proud Father-son-husband, Aggie class of '92, Educator, Follower, Leader. opinions my own

[Coach B @TheCollegeFundR]

And so it begins...'I'm a winner-and you're not'

#Monopoly
#Greece
#familygamenight

@BartLIT59 @duchesskaylee22

[Dan Winters @dkwintersgolf]

Traveling and playing golf with my dad was something I took for granted when I was younger.

Car rides talking course design, 18 holes, stopping at the local ice cream shop on the way home to talk about the day.

Those weekends helped me love golf for its true beauty. Golf and the experience.
Dad didn’t know it, but a lot of those memories helped start 35x70 Golf Co.

Nothing flashy, just a love for golf and a passion to create a cool golf brand.

Funny how the things that shape your business rarely look like business at the time.

[Texas A&M University @TAMU]

To the father figures who believed in us before we believed in ourselves. They guided us, supported us and reminded us we were capable of more. Today, we celebrate you. Happy Father's Day, Aggie Dads. ❤️

[Coach B @TheCollegeFundR]

@FactsAboutTexas Holly’s drive-in. Post, Texas

[Coach B @TheCollegeFundR]

Miss you every day

[Coach B @TheCollegeFundR]

Problem solved!

Thank you @etihad and *mia

[Coach B @TheCollegeFundR]

@etihad

I have reserved and paid for a ticket this morning. My card has been charged. However the screen never returned to the booking page and I’ve not received any email. Please help!

[Coach B @TheCollegeFundR]

@etihad

I have reserved and paid for a ticket this morning. My card has been charged. However the screen never returned to the booking page and I’ve not received any email. Please help!

[Coach B @TheCollegeFundR]

@ByPatForde

[Micah Beutell @Micah_CBC]

College baseball is the best sport in the world.

[Coach B @TheCollegeFundR]

@LemonLymancom Here’s to swimmin’ with Bo-legged women

[Coach B @TheCollegeFundR]

@KayceSmith 👆👆👆
This

[Mr PitBull Stories @MrPitbull07]

I snapped this picture the other night at the end of a long day. I was tired. I was irritated. I had sent my husband a text telling him that I knew it wouldn't make a difference, but I wanted him to know that I was feeling fed up with how much he works and with all that I have to do everyday by myself. The full time job, cooking dinner, bathing kids, weekend trips without him, keeping up a home, you name it I was resenting it. I have to have these little moments once (ok several times) throughout planting and harvest season. Then this happened. He came in, fixed his plate and sat down to eat all alone. He was tired. He was hot. He was exhausted. Rather than complain, he said he was sorry I was tired and felt that way. Charlotte joined him and talked his head off and even ate most of his dinner. He didn't complain. He shared, and it hit me. Do I wish that we saw him more than an hour or so a day? Yes. But, the love he has for his craft is something to envy. Farmers work in a thankless profession. It's always non GMO this and organic that, and let's not even talk about the stress from Mother Nature. This is a man who is working to uphold 4 generations of blood sweat and tears and showing his children the value of hard work and discipline. So while I felt frustrated, I really should have felt thankful. I got to sit down to dinner and hear all the stories from the day with the kids. I got to give them a bath and hear their squeals and giggles. I got to snuggle and love on them for 3 hours more than he did. He is the one sacrificing, not me. We will keep on keeping on until the next rainy day when we get a few extra hours with our hard worker. In the meantime, the next time you slip into that comfy cotton shirt or eat delicious farm fresh food, thank a farmer. Where would we be without them?

Credit: Katie Spence Pugh

[Coach B @TheCollegeFundR]

I grew up in Post, Tx. I remember playing in a Jr golf tourney in Denton and it rained the morning before our tee time. I told grandad,“the rain here smells different.”He replied, “wait til we play in San Antonio next weekend…” and gave that granddad giggle #caprockgolfcourse

[Texas Monthly @TexasMonthly]

The rain doesn't smell the same across Texas. Known as petrichor, the scent is defined by a variety of factors.

In West Texas, there's primarily one "little stinker" to blame. https://t.co/P0yERYNlmN

[Coach B @TheCollegeFundR]

#NewProfilePic

[Coach Swit @CoachSwit]

I still call my high school coach “Coach” 30 years later.
That’s not habit — that’s respect.

[Drew DeBiasse @DrewDeBiasse]

I used to really struggle with rejection.

It would fester and then turn into doubt. Not just doubt about my cause or my vision, but doubt in myself and in my purpose. After a while, rejection didn’t feel like an event. It felt like a pattern.

In 2018, I met with a group of NHL agents—former players themselves—in a downtown Minneapolis high-rise. I still remember the elevator ride up. Glass walls. City below. My nervous system buzzing with a mix of terror and hope.

I went in prepared. I shared what I believed was irrefutable evidence of the cultural and developmental blind spots inside the league and sports at large. I spoke about nervous systems, trauma, identity foreclosure, chronic pain, addiction pathways, emotional suppression—what happens when you develop a body faster than you develop the human inside it. I walked in assuming that if reasonable people were shown the truth, they would respond reasonably.

They laughed at me.

One suggested I should teach yoga to their wives because they were “rich and don’t work.” Another leaned back in his chair as if I’d just delivered a cute TED Talk instead of a warning flare.

I left that building humiliated—and galvanized. Despite my long relationship with rejection, something shifted that day. Their indifference toward the players lit a fire in me. Their dismissal was like gasoline. I walked out with more resolve than I’d ever had before.

Rejection used to collapse me. Now it sharpens me. And somehow, the very doors that once closed in laughter now open in trust.

That meeting has come full circle in more ways than one. Each year, athletes across professional sports—NHL, NFL, NBA, MLB, PGA, ATP, and beyond—reach out through quiet referrals and word-of-mouth inside locker rooms. Veterans guide rookies. Teammates pass names. Coaches and agents send players my way.

The asks are rarely flashy. They’re human.

They’re looking for what the system never taught them how to access: regulation, recovery, identity beyond the uniform. A nervous system that can finally exhale.

The population once dismissed is now part of a much larger reckoning. Same leagues. Same bodies. Different era of listening.

I’m exactly where I need to be. And I’m not going anywhere.

2026: You’ve been put on notice. I’m coming for you.

If you’re ready for your reckoning, if you’re ready to level up, reach out. I’m booking for the new year. Space is limited.

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P.S. I train pro athletes, teams, and executives. I write about the intersection of somatics and performance. Ring the 🔔 to join the community!

[Tim England @tengland_150]

Years ago, my Dad gave me the greatest advice: “Buy your Mom flowers on your birthday. You wouldn’t be here without her.”

This was from 1 year ago, December 24, 2024.

Miss you Mom, sending you all the heavenly flowers today

[Juanita Broaddrick @atensnut]

Wow is right. 😳😳😳

[Traces of Texas @TracesofTexas]

Come on, Texas! This just ain't funny anymore!

[Coach B @TheCollegeFundR]

Thank god for blood pressure meds and halftime!

[Coach B @TheCollegeFundR]

@rcb05 Dude! I’m in Dubai and it’s 6:23am

I’m struggling to breathe!

And the sun is just rising!!!!

#Gig’em