At 14, it was hard to tell if the queasy feeling I felt around Coach Matt was because of my crush on him, or if it was because of some of the odd things he did. A college student hired to coach our summer swim team, Coach Matt had us crouch on a starting block while he held a kickboard in his hands. If we didn’t dive in the water during the space between him yelling, “Take your marks” and “Go!” he’d swing the kickboard across our backsides. This never happened to me, but it hadn’t seemed like a