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My dad did but he’s mid 70s with some additional risk factors. Also he lives in Texas where they don’t really care.
I’ve posted this story here before so I found it to copy.
One summer day when I was probably around 11 or 12 years old, I'm sitting around trying to record songs off the radio when the DJ mentions that the Fat Boys will be making a surprise appearance at the local video rental store in an hour. Wipeout was, like, my favorite song and I listened to on repeat that summer. So I throw my trusty Polaroid camera in my backpack, run out of the house, hop on my bike and ride down to the video rental store. I along with about 150 other people wait in a line that stretched well outside the store in the hot summer sun. (Remember, I'm from the South - it was HOT.) We're all dripping in sweat when the Fat Boys finally pull up in a limo. (This alone was a big thrill - I'd never seen a limo before.) The limo sits outside the store for probably another 15 minutes before they get out. They were, indeed, very fat. They walk past the line, do one quick loop through the store, talk to no one and get back in their limo. One of the Fat Boys was taking one long swig from a 3 liter bottle of Coke while he walked past the line and looped through the store. Although I was angry that they didn't talk to anyone, that was impressive. But the crowd grew restless and started yelling at the limo, which remained parked in front of the video rental store once the Fat Boys got back in it. Then some other non-Fat Boy gets out of the limo and announces that the Fat Boys unfortunately have another engagement they need to get to, but they'll be sending their "friends" who are about to release their first album to do a meet and greet. We were told the name, but I had never heard of them so it didn't mean anything to me. We're told wait about 30 minutes. I was annoyed that I waited so long to see the Fat Boys but would only get to see some no-name group. But, I figure what do I have to lose so I stick around. Most people left, though. The "friends" arrive and spend about 2 hours with the small group of people left, including me. The video store let us have a bunch of drinks and candy, and the "friends" just hung out with us. They played their soon to be released album and asked what we thought. They started dancing when they played one song, and I got up and joined them. We take Polaroids together. The "friends" are wearing acid washed jeans, Reebok high tops with big scrunchy socks, and huge gold chain necklaces. I was wearing an Esprit t-shirt and looked like hell (the humidity did a number on my hair). I can recall these details because a collection of those Polaroids are in a frame on my office wall. They sign one of the photos "Dear [my name], Keep Rockin'! Your Pals, Salt-n-Pepa
One summer day when I was probably around 11 or 12 years old, I'm sitting around trying to record songs off the radio when the DJ mentions that the Fat Boys will be making a surprise appearance at the local video rental store in an hour. Wipeout was, like, my favorite song and I listened to on repeat that summer. So I throw my trusty Polaroid camera in my backpack, run out of the house, hop on my bike and ride down to the video rental store. I along with about 150 other people wait in a line that stretched well outside the store in the hot summer sun. (Remember, I'm from the South - it was HOT.) We're all dripping in sweat when the Fat Boys finally pull up in a limo. (This alone was a big thrill - I'd never seen a limo before.) The limo sits outside the store for probably another 15 minutes before they get out. They were, indeed, very fat. They walk past the line, do one quick loop through the store, talk to no one and get back in their limo. One of the Fat Boys was taking one long swig from a 3 liter bottle of Coke while he walked past the line and looped through the store. Although I was angry that they didn't talk to anyone, that was impressive. But the crowd grew restless and started yelling at the limo, which remained parked in front of the video rental store once the Fat Boys got back in it. Then some other non-Fat Boy gets out of the limo and announces that the Fat Boys unfortunately have another engagement they need to get to, but they'll be sending their "friends" who are about to release their first album to do a meet and greet. We were told the name, but I had never heard of them so it didn't mean anything to me. We're told wait about 30 minutes. I was annoyed that I waited so long to see the Fat Boys but would only get to see some no-name group. But, I figure what do I have to lose so I stick around. Most people left, though. The "friends" arrive and spend about 2 hours with the small group of people left, including me. The video store let us have a bunch of drinks and candy, and the "friends" just hung out with us. They played their soon to be released album and asked what we thought. They started dancing when they played one song, and I got up and joined them. We take Polaroids together. The "friends" are wearing acid washed jeans, Reebok high tops with big scrunchy socks, and huge gold chain necklaces. I was wearing an Esprit t-shirt and looked like hell (the humidity did a number on my hair). I can recall these details because a collection of those Polaroids are in a frame on my office wall. They sign one of the photos "Dear [my name], Keep Rockin'! Your Pals, Salt-n-Pepa
Can’t speak to McLean or Arlington but what you’re looking for doesn’t exist at the others. Occasionally a club will hire a trainer who turns out to be pretty good but they don’t last long. My sense is that they realize they can make more and have more flexibility running their own sessions. I don’t blame them but it is frustrating. Achilles has zero GK training. Bethesda and Potomac have something similar to what you described (everyone at the same time or large age groups) and it’s pretty basic. Bethesda also has separate training for its older MLS team GKs and I wasn’t impressed with that either.
All higher level GKs I know in the area have a separate trainer they work with on their own. A lot of high level field players also have separate trainers so it is not necessarily that different but it is frustrating that clubs don’t invest more in it. On the other hand, I also get that a club can handle only so many higher level GKs at the high school level at least (because they all want to play and will leave if they aren’t starting) so you are asking them to invest for a handful of players. So I’m not sure what the answer is.
There are some clubs in the Baltimore area that happen to have good GK coaches right now but who knows how long those coaches will stay.
If you want quality and challenging instruction, and consistency in coaching, I think you’re going to have to do it on your own.
All higher level GKs I know in the area have a separate trainer they work with on their own. A lot of high level field players also have separate trainers so it is not necessarily that different but it is frustrating that clubs don’t invest more in it. On the other hand, I also get that a club can handle only so many higher level GKs at the high school level at least (because they all want to play and will leave if they aren’t starting) so you are asking them to invest for a handful of players. So I’m not sure what the answer is.
There are some clubs in the Baltimore area that happen to have good GK coaches right now but who knows how long those coaches will stay.
If you want quality and challenging instruction, and consistency in coaching, I think you’re going to have to do it on your own.