My one golf coach is fucking crazy.
he's the psychology teacher at my highschool, and does the craziest things.
for example....(i'm in the class now)
we're studying the senses, and he asked us what it would be like if we didn't have them...
so he laughs and says "bring your coats tomoro, you'll need them"
the next day comes, he walks us into the basement of the school,
splits us into groups and puts us in boiler rooms, and the school's old bomb shelter.
he then shuts the lights off, locks the door, and laughs...
left us in there for about an hour.
we had to write a paper on it the next day.
here's some quotes:
"he can't golf, he's a pussy."
one kid on the team is reading a harry potter book,
"you know how it ends right? They cut off Harry Potter's cock."
some kid in my class answered this ridiculous question wrong,
the question was something like "how many nerve endings are there in every square inch of your brain?"  (and we never discussed this before)
he looks at this kid with the most serious face and says
"NO!! what are you stupid? how the hell did you pass second grade? i'm really getting tired of this classes kindergarten bullshit!!!"
by far my favorite teacher.