I call coaches from time to time, just to see what, if anything, is going on.

They’re all doing the best they can, pretty much like everybody else. Laurens’ head football coach, Daryl Smith, said he can talk to 20 different coaches and get 20 different views of what is going to happen, and one or two, he hasn’t heard before.

Presbyterian College’s Tommy Spangler says coaching and social distance are “me and the moon.”

Everyone – coaches, athletes, fans, friends, writers, people at counters and in drive-through windows, restaurateurs, doctors, lawyers, undoubtedly stars of stage, screen and Hollywood, not to mention tinkers, tailors and candlestick makers – has his or her own story of woe and uncertainty.

Me? I just think, well, I own a website on sports, and there isn’t any, and I’m not a bit worse off than everybody else.

Do what you do, do well, boys, I always sing. Ned Miller apparently did so first in 1965.

Give your love and all of your heart, and do what you do, do well.

I might be taking that song to the extreme.

The coaches ply their trades remotely. They tell the kids what to do. Given the aspirations of success and ambitions of glory, the kids are following the instructions. They can’t wait till next season.

The problem is one of the reasons why coaches are desperately needed. Few athletes will do what they do as well without a coach pushing them.

For the sole purpose of showing my age and leading an interested few to YouTube, I think of Gomer’s Sergeant Carter (Frank Sutton) on Gomer Pyle, USMC: “Pyle! Move it! Move it! Move it!”

Gomer was Jim Nabors if you’re keeping a scorecard at home.