Could Coaches Survive a “Politically Incorrect” Week?

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Note: This column is totally fictitious. Any resemblance between persons in this column and any person living or dead is purely coincidental.

Welcome to Politically Incorrect Week here in Fantasyland.

This is the week where all coaches must answer interviewers questions with absolute honesty or suffer the consequences.

What consequences?

All journalist’s will possess an electronic shock device that will be hooked up to the coaches at interview time. If the machine detects the coach being less than truthful, or just saying things that people want to hear, the coach will get a severe jolt of electricity.

This should be refreshing. Don’t you get tired of the same old, same old. Such as; “John pitched a good game today. Unfortunately, the other team played better and we came out on the short end of the score.”

Translating coachspeak, he really meant; “John has been choking all year. We can’t score enough runs to make up for a pitcher trying to throw with one hand around his throat.”

That would be mean. But, it sure would be entertaining and it might get a better effort out of the pitcher next time.

The one coach who would probably suffer the most from this kind of experiment would be South Carolina football coach Steve Spurrier.

Spurrier is notorious for building up an opponent to take the pressure off his team.

Can you picture coach Spurrier walking around campus with his hair sticking straight up?

“Coach Spurrier, you’re playing Anchorage Community College this Saturday. Will you win by 50 or 100 points?”

“Well, Don’t count them out. I heard they just recruited an Eskimo from lower Fairbanks with 4.0 speed. They also have five huge Russians that swam the Bering Sea to play offensive line. They are a formidable opponent and we can’t take them lightly…”

ZAP!!!

“Wow! What was that?”

“That was you being punished for blowing smoke up our collective dresses. Man, I haven’t felt that good since my first honeymoon.”

Of course, some coaches aren’t politically correct at all. Take Landswood high school boys cross country coach, Atilla the Hun.

“Coach. Your team finished dead last at the State Meet. What happened?”

“Well, I’d like to say we ran like girls. But, if I did, the girls team would come over here and beat them up. When I tell these turtles to find another gear, it doesn’t mean to downshift.”

Thank you coach Atilla. By the way, you’re no fun at all.

Let’s try and find someone we can give a jolt to..

How about coach Comfort Zone of the Coastal High School baseball team?

Coach is so laid back it takes him an hour-and-a-half to watch 60 Minutes, and he never raises his voice.

How about this…. “Coach, I noticed you really got all over a kid for missing a steal signal. I’ve never seen you get so worked up. Is everything OK?”

The truth could make a breakthrough. “I’ll be honest with you. I’ve been in a bad mood ever since my wife yelled at me for burning the toast at breakfast. She said if that keeps up, I’ll be relegated to the couch.”

“Coach, can I tell the ladies you might be available soon?”

“No. But, you might mention that I need a new toaster.”

Then there’s newly hired football coach, Jake Bushnell of Oak South high school.

“Coach, congratulations on your new gig. During your long tenure coaching at Whitehouse high school, did you ever run into a situation where a player or their parents were not happy with playing time or positioning?”

“Absolutely not! I was fortunate enough to be coaching in a town where everybody is completely supportive. The players and their parents trusted my expert judgment and left it completely up to me to decide what is best for the football program. After all, I’ve been voted Coach of the Year more times than my players can count.”

ZAP!!!

“Owww, wait, I really was Coach of the Year.”

“I realize that. But, that was the only truthful thing you said. Would you like to try it again?”

“I guess so. Every year there are people who are very unhappy with me. I can’t please everybody because there are so many players in the program. Face it. We have to make decisions based on how the players perform in practice, and that’s something the parents seldom see.

“If we have two kids of roughly equal ability and one has a lot better attitude, we usually play the better attitude. Even if the other one outperforms him in practice sometimes.”

“So, what you’re telling me is that politics never comes into play.”

“No. It does not! Wait! Let me take that back. I guess politics is involved in everything we do in life. However, I would never take a lesser player over another player because I like his parents better.”

“Coach, you look nervous. Were you expecting a jolt? Looks like you are in the clear. Would you like to answer some more pointed questions?

“I’d rather not. I’m not feeling well.”

That would make for a fun week. Most coaches are masters of downplaying the obvious, taking the pressure off their teams and making sure they are saying the things people want to hear.

I’m not that old. However, it seems that coaches used to speak their minds a lot more a few years ago.

I guess you have to watch your P’s and Q’s more nowadays. People are a lot more sensitive and skin is becoming thinner and thinner.

It’s tough enough to run a successful program without having to worry about if you are saying something that might be taken the wrong way. Even if you meant it that way.

Once again: This column is a completely fictitious missive from my twisted mind. All coaches and their quotes have been dreamed up and in no way reflect the philosophy of this organization, publication, or even the people fictitiously quoted.

Comments to Doug Sarant at doug@oakridgenow.com.

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Sports and Girls: What Else Is There?

OK, of late all I’ve been doing is writing about sports events exclusively. It’s time throw in a chick flick.

As I have a great long-term memory, I will be reflecting back to second grade. I can’t tell you what happened a week ago, but read on, I’ll be going into detail about my life in Converse Street School’s second grade.

Elementary school to me was all about showing off to girls. If you could kick a ball over the fence during a recess game of kickball, dive out of the way of a thrown ball during a game of bombardment (Tougher form of dodge ball) or climb a rope to the ceiling during Gym (PE) class, the girls always watched in admiration.

Don’t kid yourself, they were!! Some girls were bold enough to walk up to you and compliment you. Others just gave you “the eye”. A few would try to get your attention by being mean to you, which, in elementary school was pretty much a standard way to show interest in the opposite sex.

I have to admit that I didn’t figure that strategy out until I was almost in college. I still have trouble with that one. I guess I went 12 years thinking some girls had a genuine dislike for me when they actually might have been trying to tell me they like me.

Man, I was so dense!

There was one girl in second grade who was such a “cool customer”. She was a good athlete as well as evidenced by her having a better arm than most of the guys.

Her name was Barbara Garlick and we sat next to each other in class. This was a special second grader. Looking back, I wonder how someone so young could be so mature and be associated with me at the same time.

I was probably like a lot of you in that I always anticipated recess and gym class. Not like a lot of you, I would be in my chair wiggling around, having a difficult time staying still.

I’ll admit it, I was Attention Deficit Disorder. Now, along with this they have added Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder. Clever, don’t you think? Like one is different than the other or something. Yeah, I was ADD and I was hyperactive. You know what my answer is to people who ask if I am ADD or ADHD? Whatever!

Back then, it wasn’t a well known term. For kids that had it, it was called “he’s nuts”. However, when gym class came around I was in my element and “he’s nuts” ceased to exist. Recess and gym class was where I excelled in life. Let’s face it, back then the girls weren’t saying about guys, “Hey, let’s get to know that guy…he’s got tremendous comprehension skills”. No! They were impressed with athletic ability.

This is how Barbara and I started taking a liking to each other. Seeing as she was a good athlete, we had our own mutual admiration society going on. Her mom was so cool she would take Barbara to my baseball games. In turn, my mom would take me to her swim meets.

I’m not sure about second graders nowadays, but back then this type of boy-girl activity didn’t happen much. We were actually boyfriend/girlfriend.

Barbara was a calm, steadying force for me. This was at the onset of my ADD. and I was lucky she and I had sports in common, because we wouldn’t have found each other.

I won’t go into my ADD. issues any further other than to say I wish all kids with attention span difficulties at a young age could have a friend like I had in Barbara.

Towards the end of second grade, Barbara’s dad got a job far away from Massachusetts and she was gone forever. I cried like a baby, staring at my bedroom ceiling thinking about what might have been.

Back at that age, if someone moved out of state they were gone forever. Out of sight, out of mind. I was forced to get over her and I did so fairly quickly.

I wish that kind of resiliency extended past second grade.

Some might say that showing public emotion might be unfashionable for a grown man. However, if I ran into Barbara Garlick today, I can’t guarantee that I wouldn’t shed a tear.

Sorry honey, it’s a guy thing so I would have to hug her. She meant as much to me then as you mean to me now.

I am so lucky in that athletics introduced me to my first love and my last love.

You know, some things never change. When I was seven years old all I could think about was sports and girls.

I’m not ashamed to say……I still think that way at the age of 49.

If anyone would like to talk to Doug in regards to anything having to do with attention deficit disorders, though is is not a medical professional, he has a half a century of experience on the subject and welcomes anyone for coffee… decaf for sure.

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Good Coaches Make You Better, but Great Ones Change Your Life

You will notice that in many of our articles here at Oak Ridge Now, we devote a lot of attention to how important the leaders and role models of our community are to our young people. This article will be no different but I will offer a twist. The subject in this one will not be an Oak Ridgeian, but a New Englander and long time teacher, umpire and coach… my high school baseball coach, Barry Chasen.

Coach taught and coached in high school for 38 years. 33 of those years for the school I graduated from in 1979, Windsor high school outside of Hartford, Ct. Coach Chasen’s schooling, playing, teaching, coaching, and umpiring history as well as the many awards he earned can be read as a footnote at the end of this piece. His credentials are many and are quite impressive but the meat of this article will be devoted to why he has been so successful his entire career and how he and I came to know each other. Of course, if he didn’t have a major impact on me personally, I wouldn’t be wasting your time.

Growing up, I was blessed with good coaching for every single team I played for in every sport I played all the way through college. Each seemed to push the right buttons whatever age I was. This was important because coaches were the only human beings I would listen to and that’s almost an accurate statement to this day.

Coach Chasen came along when I needed some semblance of structure when, let’s face it, some of us in the middle of our senior year needed a swift kick in the hind quarters. It’s not that his teachings and lessons hit me right away and I straightened out right then and there. It wasn’t like that at all. This is a great example of how a coach does his job well and later on down the line the player finally sees the whole picture. After all, most lessons taught by coaches aren’t really absorbed until years later. For me, I was about 25… but I digress…

In arriving at Windsor high school in January of my senior year, this was to be my 4th school in four years. The reason for such a chaotic four high school years will go unmentioned here but suffice it to say whatever issues were involved, they were my issues and I offer no excuses for said issues if you ever actually happen to find out what they were. I was a vagabond kid who made Holden Caulfield (Catcher in the Rye) look like a recluse.

That all being said, I had no reason to believe the following five months at Windsor high school weren’t going to be as screwed up as the previous three and a half years were.

Seeing as I was new, I was told by some fellow students that I might not have much success making the baseball team. Allegedly, the coach had his guys and he had followed these players since little league. To find a spot just before the season started was a long shot. Without meeting Coach Chasen, I had already labeled him a political guy. Long story short, nothing could have been further from the truth and the players were the coolest guys you would ever want to meet. The general consensus was if I was good enough to play, Coach would find a spot and I would be more than welcome.

Some things had to happen for me to be a starter but I ended up starting the season as the DH and then after a few games, I earned the job in right field. I notice how nowadays many people feel that playing the outfield is some kind of demotion or that you aren’t one of the good players on the team. Man, I never felt that way. I so appreciated just being given the opportunity to be on the field.

In the preseason, I had my issues but the players and Coach Chasen straightened me out to where I got it. He was pretty rough on me like he was with anyone who acted like a jerk. Also, we had an assistant coach named Jim Burton who later played in the Dodgers organization that was excellent at relating to the players and acting as a go between. This man was nothing short of awesome.

I’m almost ready to introduce you to the coach but just a little more set-up. We ended up winning the large school state championship. The road was not a smooth one as we had a few players get in some trouble where if it had occurred nowadays here in the Conroe Independent School District, the players would have been kicked off the team and relegated to Hauke Alternative School. Times have changed as back in the day in getting suspended and then serving your time, you came back with a clean slate.

Well, the road to the state championship was awesome. I’ll admit the road is longer here in Texas but the accomplishment is just as huge in Connecticut. We got to play in the Red Sox Double A park (Muzzy Field) which was then in Bristol. Our state championship game was held at the West Haven Yankees Double A stadium (Quigley Stadium). In going this deep in the playoffs we played under the lights, had an announcer and the stands were filled. Those three items were new to us but we were prepared for anything.

Coach Chasen had us so disciplined in that everyone knew exactly what their job was. You may think right field is a nothing position but don’t tell that to Coach Chasen or any baseball coach who knows his stuff. I was occupied on every pitch just as much as our shortstop, Wayne Dobrutzky. The team was like clockwork and it was really the first time I had been on a team that had developed so much team chemistry.

Nowadays, Baseball America has a mythical national poll. There was one by another entity back then and we were ranked 3rd in the nation in the final poll.

Meet the orchestrator of 1979′s 3rd best high school team in the nation, Coach Barry Chasen.

You started teaching and coaching in the 70′s and retired in 2003. How has the high school athlete changed in that time? Go through how much of it has to do with how kids are raised?

The high school athlete is probably bigger, stronger, faster than when either of us played. Just as coaching has become more sophisticated. With the rise of so many training facilities and increased knowledge of how to properly train, it has helped the physical development greatly. However, whereas in years gone by, young kids would be out on the playgrounds and fields playing, I do not see much if any of that because technology has led to young people sitting in front of computers, DVD’s, etc.  Whereas, I would spend my free time on a field or court, this generation is not like that as they have too many other distractions.

As for the parents, I really, in 38 years of coaching had little if any issues.  I once had a father write and ask me when his son would be pitching, etc… I found it amusing because we were 14-0 when I got his note so something must have been going right.  It was near the end of the regular season and we ended up 17-2 losing two one run games, winning our league and losing in the Elite Eight of the state tourney, 2-1.  The other loss was 1-0, and we beat that same team, 7-2 three days later for the league title in 1976.

Having said that, I do believe there is too much parental involvement today and it is parents living their lives vicariously through their children, both boys and girls.  That puts pressure on the athlete which transfers to a coach and the whole situation can become ugly. Not every child is an all-star and that’s just how it is. If the athlete gives his/her maximum effort every time, and if the parent accepts that the child is doing his/her best, that is the key factor.  Only so many can play at once. Everyone knows more than the coach, yet they do not want to be making the decisions, just second guessing.  Kids need to experience success and failure so that they learn life is not a bowl of cherries.  We learn from both and the parent can be helpful in teaching kids to maintain a balance.  It is the old “there can only be one winner” syndrome, so understand that, deal with it and move on trying to do better the next time.  It takes a long time to realize these are games and in the grand scheme of life, it is the lessons learned to help kids grow into productive citizens and not the winning and losing that matters in the end.

Upon graduating from Marietta College and starting your teaching and coaching career, you have coached both boys and girls. Describe the differences in coaching the genders.

When I first started coaching girls hoop, I treated them no differently than the boys.  It is athletics; there are certain aspects that are part of everything in sports. However, I coached girls just after Title IX came to be so it was different then because of its newness.  Girls did not handle having to be quiet on bus rides like the boys, in part, because most if not all of their previous coaches were women and I am sure the women approached things differently than I did.  I was very serious about the games as you know and felt that an athlete’s focus should be on the game, reviewing situations on the way to the game, going over things with a teammate, not laughing and talking about Friday night’s dance, etc.  That was on the way to the game.  I soon found out that girls handled it differently early on and maybe still do, and from them I learned that they enjoyed playing, cared about winning and losing, but in the end it was just a game and there were times you could not tell if we won or lost.  So, I had a choice, either be a hard nose with them like with the guys or work some kind of compromise, which I did. When I coached, it seemed boys understood who was better, but you could not convince the 12th girl she was not as good as the first girl.  So, I had to tell them to prove it and it made them work harder. I think we both learned a lot, them from me and me from them.

Suffice it to say I am still in touch with a number of my former athletes, boys and girls. They were like my own kids in all honesty and without them, I had nothing in coaching. You are an example of that!

You coached two state champions (79 and 91). Some coaches will go their whole careers and never even see a quarterfinal. Windsor was a decent baseball town with a good little league, however it wasn’t a baseball bastion yet you went deep into the playoffs almost every year. Why were you so successful?

When I got to Windsor, they had made the state tourney once between 1954 and 1974.  From  1974-2003, when I retired, we only missed it once.  Granted, the way playoff teams were picked changed over the years and the tourney was expanded, so it was tougher to make from 1954-74. I think the one thing I did more than anything, early on, was change the culture.  I had summer clinics sponsored by the Recreation Department of which some of your state champion teammates attended.  At an early age, I could see who was who, and could tell that there was talent if it developed as it should.  They got to know me, albeit in a much different atmosphere but they had also been exposed to me so that helped when they came to the high school.  In addition, I was very big on teaching and having discipline, like haircuts, etc.  I knew as much as I could about each kid so it helped me help them.  Plus, I was big on teaching the fundamentals and in making sure our practices were run with everyone doing something, not just standing around.

I was exposed to some of the top basketball and baseball minds as a youngster at different camps and I learned traits of theirs.  I was taught by successful people and I wanted to emulate them.  I took what I thought was good from all and they all had this in common:  Ability to teach and get it across to their athletes with a no nonsense approach which worked well because I have never seen many teams or groups have success without discipline. Not just team discipline, but self-discipline especially.  Putting it all together with the talent I coached, it led to winning and when a coach wins it is easier to implement his game plan for life. The results speak for themselves.  I gave players responsibility and rewarded kids for different things with decals for their hats so they competed with each other which led to their own improvement, thus the team improves. I led them to believe one thing: When you wore a Windsor uniform, the game was never over until the last out and we were never out of a game.  I told them there are two types of teams, those who hope to win, and those who expect to win.  I made it clear that they needed to expect to win because those who hoped to win had less of a chance than those who expected to win.

The game is 10% physical and 90% mental, as I see it.  It was the mental side I drilled every day and you can speak to all of what I just said, having been part of it for one year. One year that you and I talk about changing your life.

Is there a formula for team chemistry?

I think team chemistry can be a bit overdone, and yet when guys pull for each other, respect each other and pick each other up, you have team chemistry.  When the players think in terms of we, not me, you get it. I’m not sure if there is any magic formula, but it is a combination of factors and winning helps a lot.  Not every player hangs out with every other player, but I found that when the majority of the guys did hang together, the teams were real good and they were easier to coach.

Coach, our team was disciplined on the field but we had some issues off of it. As I look back, to me you were a straight arrow but in seeing how successful we ended up, you obviously handled it all perfectly. I pointed this out before in that the offenses committed would be dealt with expulsion today. The school meted out the punishment back then and it was over. The coach was to consider the discipline as time served and a clean slate applied to the offender. Why has the discipline changed so much?

Based on the things I tried to teach, I was really disturbed when some of the players were involved in substance issues.  Personally, I did not want them back on the team because they broke the team rules and one of the Ten Commandments of a Windsor Baseball player.  Remember those?  The principal told me that while he respected my rules, etc., since the school suspended them for ten days, that would be when they would be suspended from the team and for me to kick them off would be double jeopardy.  I was upset by that.  However, when they came back, two apologized to the team, the third could not bring himself to do that.  The principal told me I did not have to play them, but if I had to have them on the team what was I going to be proving not doing so?  In addition, some of the seniors on the team came to me and said that it made no sense to them that if they were back on the team, why should they sit because they had already sat two weeks.  So, I let them play and there were no further instances on school grounds and we won the state title.  Had it been left to me, I would have removed them for the year.  Today, that might be the case.

I don’t know that discipline is more stern today because I’m not sure that coaches with my approach could survive today, when it seems that now the kids have to be coddled, etc.  Kids need discipline and want discipline but it seems that when you go that route, parents get involved.  Maybe they get involved because they do not invoke much discipline at home and kids do their own thing too often.  I often thought parents were afraid of their kids…afraid that if the kid did not get his way, things would go amiss.  It is not easy for a parent to accept a kid screwing up because the parent feels it is his fault or her fault.  Not so, and if parents accepted that they did their best and at some point the child had to make his own decisions, the parents wouldn’t feel guilty and might in fact support what discipline is instilled.

Is the coaching fraternity as close now as it was back in the day? In the midst of our issues that year, I remember a friend of yours who was also a head coach came to support you at one of our games during the week. Even back then, that impressed me because he was obviously missing his own game or at least a practice to support a friend. On the other hand, although I know you are not like this, did you ever consider running up the score on some guys you didn’t care for?

Coach Gil Varjas and I are still real close friends.  My first job was with him in New London (Ct).  I used to baby-sit his daughter so his wife and he could save money and go out every now and then.  The daughter will be 41 on Tuesday and is a professor at Georgia State.  Coaches were friendly with their fellow coaches on their staffs, but not necessarily with coaches on other teams.  There was mutual respect as a rule, and some real good rivalries.  I am sure I had thoughts of certain coaches as they had of me, but as a coach you are dealing with kids and even though there were some big scores by which we won at times, I never would or did run up any scores on anyone.  What would that have proven, that I was the fool?  You win with humility and class and lose the same way.  Remember: What goes around comes around as a rule!  Coaches who do that are just ego trippers as I refer to them and if showing up other coaches massages their ego, well…

We were given the designation of being the 3rd best team in the nation. What poll was this and how did they rank the teams?

The poll was done by Collegiate Baseball and we finished behind Whitehurst, N.C. who were undefeated two consecutive years, and Lakewood, California.  They looked at stats, etc.  Keep in mind, we were 20-2, stole 137 out of 143 bases and in the finals, stole 8 of 9.  As the announcer on Channel 8 said on the sports that night.”I went to watch the Class LL state title game this afternoon at Quigley Stadium and watched Windsor H.S. put on a baseball clinic.”  Enough said!

Are there any similarities between the 1979 and 1991 championship teams?

There was one very noticeable similarity.  Neither team thought it could be beaten by anyone.  That was the “expect to win”  mentality I tried to drill into every team I ever coached there.  Neither group could get enough of practice.  When we lost to Wilbur Cross, and you may remember how the bus broke down in Cromwell and we had to wait for another bus to get us home. That night, three of your teammates, Wayne (Dobrutsky), Willie (Marchuk) and Mike (Huyghue) came to my house and apologized for losing and said that would not happen again.  I do believe we lost one more non-conference game the day after beating Newington to take over first place… just a flat performance by us, but we never did lose after that.

Did the school administration always support you?

There was never a time when the administration did not stand behind me.  They all knew the impact I had or tried to have on both students and student/athletes.  I did so many things with my teams to bring positive publicity to the school and town, why would they not be supportive?

How did your coaching change from the 70′s to the 2000′s?

I may have become a bit less intense. In my last season, 2003, I started three freshmen which was unheard of in the league or Class LL. I had no pitchers returning with any varsity innings and we went to the Elite Eight losing to the defending state champion, 4-3 on a passed ball by my 9th grade catcher in the last of the 7th.  We went 15-6 after I was told if we won 7 games, I should consider it a success.  That was not me so we worked hard, I got more patient and we were real successful for such an inexperienced team.

You have been an umpire for over 40 years. Did you ever win any games because of your vast knowledge of the rules?

I used them to our advantage because the game has to be played by the rules.  Did I look for things?  No, but I was able to get into many pitcher’s heads. If for example, the kid was wearing items on his hands or arms which is not allowed because if it is a distraction to the hitter in high school, it has to be removed by rule.  There are games within the game, so if it is a rule, why ignore it?  If you ignore it, why have the rule?  Kind of like if you ignore the speed limit, you might get stopped for speeding.  I do not buy the bit that rules are made to be broken on a field.  Maybe it is my ethical background in having attended New York Military Academy, but if a rule could help us, why not?  There is a DVD out made by an umpire from Connecticut who is a consultant on rules to a few major league teams and I believe the Astros are one of the teams.  His tape is about how the rules can be used to coaches advantages. It is only a couple of years old, so it is not something I ever used but it is out there and perfectly legal.  It can be bought through the Jim Evans Baseball Academy.

During your coaching and umpiring career, have you come across several future major leaguers?

I worked as a coach at a Five Star Camp with some future pro players like Brad Ausmus familiar to Houston fans and I spent three years working with Rico Brogna at first base who once told me that “if he ever made it to the show, I would be a big part of the reason why.”  He made it. :)  Worked with Chris Capuano who is with the Brewers as a pitcher.  Had Carl Pavano on my camp team and was asked by his high school coach to try to get him to work harder. I’d like to think it sunk in.  I Worked with many who went pro but did not reach the bigs.  Had Mauro Gozzo in camp, a kid who pitched for the Blue Jays as a starter for a while.  Umpiring, I had a lot of guys who made it with the biggest being John Smoltz in the 1985 National Sports Festival in Baton Rouge at LSU.  Had Ed Sprague in that Festival and Scott Servais, who I believe caught for the Astros.  Scott passed out in the heat in front of me and they had to pack his body in ice. I had Charles Nagy who had much success with the Indians in the 90′s. Also, countless others I umpired in the NECBL (New England Collegiate Baseball League).

You once told me you umpired a U-Hartford game when a big fight broke out. Jeff Bagwell was playing 3B for Hartford. Is Bagwell a good fighter and do you break up the fights when they occur?

Bagwell was not part of the fight.  It is a long story, but it involved the only night game Hartford ever played,  It was against UConn.  Place was packed and there were two brawls.  I called it after the second one in the top of the 6th with UConn ahead 2-1.  The NCAA declared it a no contest since each team started one of the brawls.  It made the papers around the country and it cost the Hartford coach his job. It was the 4th or 5th brawl Hartford was in that year.  Their coach had pitched in the major leagues, Bill Denehy, a guy who was traded by the Mets to the old Washington Senators for a manager…that manager being Gil Hodges who led the Mets to the 1969 World Series title. The UConn assistant was blindsided by a Hartford player and that coach got a concussion.  Fights are not fun.  I just watched and took numbers.  It is not our job to break up the fights!

I’ve seen you umpire many games and played in a few that you umpired. You have a lot of patience. What does someone have to do to get thrown out of a game?

Having played and coached, I think I know when enough is enough.  I will tell someone I heard what you had to say now let it go, or words to that effect.  Most get it, and if they do not I may warn them again because the goal is to keep people in the game and let them throw themselves out of the game. I have a long fuse, but any personal remarks or the use of the word “you”, like you are awful or whatever usually does it.  If someone says you missed the call, I don’t get offended by that but the “f” word is a definite if followed by “you”.  If I eject, you had to really go too far.  Most guys respect the work I do so they will let it go if I tell them to. I understand emotion in a game and will let people have their say and do not threaten anyone.  If you say to someone, “One more word and you are gone”, you are going to get at least one more word.  Then will you eject or not?  So, I try to give them enough rope to hang themselves.

There you have it. This is just another example of how a relationship with a coach and the lessons learned can last a lifetime. What is unfortunate is a very low percentage of high school athletes realize right now how much of an impact their coach is having on them. With me, it took eight years but better late than never.

Below is Coach Barry Chasen’s history and commendations. Yeah, it’s a long read but when a person has been as successful as Coach Chasen you need quite a bit of bandwidth. Beneath that information is a quote from fellow state champion and shortstop, Wayne Dobrutsky (The Hook). Wayne, along with 1st baseman Ernie Cirillo, 3rd baseman Michael Huyghue (now commissioner of the United Football League), catcher Mark Zarek, and center fielder Willie Marchuk were the impromptu leaders of the team. I can’t be sure what Coach’s opinion is on having captains but from what I remember, he just let the leaders develop by osmosis. There was no vote and that has had a lasting impression on me as well.

Happy Holidays everyone and please feel free to share any and all information on a teacher or coach who has made a major impact on your life.

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Coach Chasen grew up in Norwich, Ct. He attended New York Military Academy (where one of his teammates was Donald Trump) and then Marietta College in Ohio. Chasen played first base for four years and was the defensive player of the year three consecutive years making him the only player in the history of Marietta to win that award three consecutive times.  Marietta College is arguably the winningest D-3 program in the country with four World Series titles and seven runners-up. Along with his many athletic awards, he was a Dean’s List student every semester and was inducted into the History National Honor Society. In 1969, Chasen was an NCAA Scholar/Athlete Nominee.

After college, he had an opportunity to sign with the Indians but could not come together financially. Coach went into teaching and coaching and settled on playing semi-pro baseball for one of the top semi-pro baseball teams in New England. In playing 1st base, playing alongside him at 2nd base was former Dallas Cowboys head coach, Dave Campo. At SS was Bob Schaefer who was Joe Torre’s bench coach on the Dodgers and presently in the Nationals front office. Coach is in three Halls of Fame to include the Norwich (CT) Sports Hall of Fame, the New York Military Academy Hall of Fame and the Connecticut H.S. Coaches Association Hall of Fame.

His coaching career consisted of being a girls basketball head coach, an assistant football coach, and baseball head coach. His baseball teams combined to win 17 league titles, two regional titles, two state titles and were league runners-up 13 times.  In basketball (girls), a Class LL state runner-up in 1980 losing in overtime and were league runner-up four times.  Was defensive coordinator for two league champs in football.

Coach has umpired baseball for 45 years working high school, college, American Legion, semi-pro and for Little League International. In working 15 amateur organizations World Series and is the only umpire to work two different World Series to include Senior LL and Senior Big League where Taiwan lost for the first time in each. Chasen was also selected as the crew chief for the USA/Korea Series in 1991 and worked eight college regional tournaments and numerous league playoffs. He is presently the National High School Rules Chairman for the American Baseball Coaches Association which is the largest baseball coaches organization in the world.  One of his regional reps is Rex Sanders of Texas. He is also President of the Hartford Chapter of the Connecticut Board of Approved Baseball Umpires and served in the past as president of the Connecticut College Baseball Umpires Association.

His coaching awards include Connecticut H.S. Baseball Coach of the Year, National High School Baseball Coaches Association Region I Coach of the Year (twice), American Baseball Coaches Association Regional Coach of the Year (twice), American Baseball Coaches Association Division 2 National Coach of the Year(2000), Easton Sports/Collegiate Baseball Master Coach of the Year, Gatorade Coaches Care Award, Hartford Courant 20th Century Multi-Sport Coach of the Century along with a few other coaches. He also won an Umpire of the Year Award in the NECBL.

He has also worked two state high school finals as well as worked numerous state American Legion tourneys and two Legion Regionals.

Windsor HS teammate and fellow state champion Wayne Dobrutsky describes Coach Chasen:

Coach Chasen had the ability to push the right buttons with each individual player that played for him, while at the same time, he knew when to push those buttons in order to maximize the end result of what he needed to bring out in his players as well as the entire team. When you played for Coach Chasen, you definitely knew who was in charge. I can remember as if it were yesterday, we were on the team bus traveling to take on Cheshire High under the lights at Muzzy Field in Bristol Ct. which at that time, was the AA home for the Boston Red Sox. It was a perfect late Spring New England night to play a state semi-final baseball game and we were as focused for this game as we have ever been all year long. We knew that the WHS baseball tradition was rich in success but no team had ever captured a Class LL State title. We knew that if we could just get by Cheshire, no one was going to beat us for the state title come championship Saturday…The bus ride from Windsor to Bristol was about an hour long and it was quiet…subdued, but extremely intense. As we approached the entrance of Muzzy Field the song, “strangle hold” by Ted Nuggent rang out on the bus and we were feeling it!! I was sitting four seats from the front of the bus where Coach “C” always sat. I remember he turned around and gave me an eye to eye look that I had never seen him give me before…..it was a “let’s do this, lets get this done right here, right now” look.

There were no Jimmy Johnson or Lou Holtz pre-game speeches needed on that night! We took down Cheshire 10-6 and went on to beat Staples High of Westport 5-1 and took home Windsor Highs first ever state title. I was very fortunate to play on some great college baseball teams at Westfield (MA) State University, as well as playing two years for the Nijmegen (Holland) Hazenkamp in the DPBL (Dutch Professional Baseball League) but nothing will ever compare to the bus ride that spring night of 79′!

When people ask me the question…What was my most memorable moment is my baseball career I can honestly say it was the night Coach Chasen turned to me and gave me “the Look”!! The Coach Chasen button had been pushed once again at the right time, the right place! Windsor High Warriors State LL baseball Champions!

Here’s a quote from Dan Lucia. Dan played for Coach Chasen in the early 2000′s and his dad played for the coach in 1978.

Coach Chasen not only taught us about the game of baseball, but also about responsibility and accountability. If you were late, or didn’t respect a teammate, opponent or umpire, you knew the consequences. He was strict but also fair. It didn’t matter who you were or how good you were, you faced the same punishment. On the the other hand, when you made a difference in a positive way, you were also recognized. It taught me to always assure I’m acting responsibly and to think before acting. It also taught me to be accountable for my actions, lessons we all use everyday. Coach Chasen not only coached me, but also my father back in 1978 and I learned so much from my dad… some of which he learned from Coach Chasen as well.

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My Best Christmas Gift Ever Didn’t Come with a Pretty Red Bow

READERS: Let me set this one up for you. This is one of those years for me where it was getting close to Christmas time and I just wasn’t feeling the spirit. When that happens, I pick up a story I wrote seven years ago. It’s an uplifting story about a couple I met while my son was in the neonatal unit in 1992. You know how sometimes you think things can’t get any worse and then you run into someone else who has it a million times worse? Well, this story is all about that. Have a Merry Christmas everyone!!

My son was born 11 years ago after a debilitating eight-and-a-half month pregnancy my wife, Linda, endured. The difficulty was due, in part to her having contracted juvenile diabetes when she was 10 years old.

Our boy had to be delivered early as he was suffering from fetal growth retardation. The famous Dr Kershon had insisted this was the way to go. We felt lucky to be living near Houston, the medical capital of the southwest.

A week before the birth, we traveled from our humble tract home in Conroe to see the specialist at the Scurlock Medical facility, which we had been doing every week. Dr Kershon gave us the bad news and indicated that the only way our baby would survive would be to deliver him early.

The delivery date was set for October 19, 1992. On that date, Linda was given pitocin to induce labor. After many long hours, the doctor suggested that the drug wasn’t working and the baby would have to be extracted by cesarean section.

At this time, Linda just wanted him born. Eight and a half months of diabetic reactions, paramedics to the house, hospital visits, etc… was about all she could handle. It was time this baby entered the world.

We were given the specific details of the procedure that lay ahead within the next two hours. Along with these details were also the facts of what we should expect after our son is delivered. It was normal for a baby to be taken this early, however a two to three week stay in the neonatal unit across the street would be possible.

We didn’t ask how dangerous the whole situation would be and if it was such that something tragic could happen. Linda had been in quite a bit of pain and was so drained after the months of pregnancy, she just didn’t want to hear anything negative.

Although I will never be able to compare any pain I have ever been through to a woman’s pregnancy and labor, I was completely drained mentally and physically myself and I was content to listen to the specialists and to just nod my head every time they suggested anything.

A few hours later, our son was officially born—-four pounds soaking wet with a head full of hair. The baby was handed to me so I could show the new, proud mom. We named him Connor and his tiny body almost fit completely in my hand as I put him on display.

Unfortunately, reality struck quickly and Connor was immediately taken to an incubator which would serve as his residence for the next several days.

We made the trip south to the hospital every day. We basically lived at the hospital and visited Connor for several hours each day. We conversed with other parents who were going through the same ordeal. We were all worried about the possibility of our children not making it. It was therapeutic to bounce our thoughts off of each other.

During those days, I was amazed at how selfish I had been for the previous eight and a half months. Never did the thought enter my mind that there were parents out there who had it worse than we did. It was an eye-opener for me to see tiny babies that made ours look overweight. There was one baby next to Connor’s incubator that maybe weighed one pound.

The parents were there at all times and I spoke with them about everything. First, it was about the weather. Gradually, things started getting more personal and we all became close. They were not able to take their baby out of the incubator, however, they enjoyed holding our baby and helping us whenever they could.

Within the unit, it was never discussed, but the chances of their baby surviving seemed very slim. I felt a sense of being needed from them and realized the the condition of our baby was far less serious than theirs and I also sensed that they knew what was in store for them.

We were able to take Connor out of the unit short of three weeks’ time. We exchanged phone numbers with our new friends and instructed them to call us every day if they needed us. They took us up on our offer and we talked all the time.

It was about one month later when their baby died. The dying was a slow process and they were coached along the way, which helped them tremendously. I received the unfortunate phone call and again, insisted they call whenever they needed to talk.

The calls were more frequent at first , and soon after, only the mom would call. Besides the nurses and some of the other parents within the neonatal unit, we were the closest to them. We were the only people they could contact who had seen their baby, when the baby was alive.

The mom always wanted to talk about what their baby looked like and the fact that the baby had her husband’s eyes, her nose, etc… Our new friend was hurting really bad. Never having experienced the loss of a loved one, let alone a baby, I could only surmise there is no statute of limitations on grieving. It would be justified for her to call me forever.

After a few years, the calls became less frequent. First, they were every week; then once a month; and until two years ago, the calls came a few times a year. Our conversations consisted of her slowly dealing with the loss of her baby. I said that I would always be available to talk with her. We had developed a great friendship, albeit over the phone.

I must admit, in some strange way, I experienced feelings of guilt, since Linda and I now have a healthy 11 year old son. Our friends are such beautiful people and to know that they are unable to ever produce a child on their own, to not have the same opportunity, seems completely unfair.

It wasn’t until just before Christmas two years ago when I received my best Christmas present ever.

Close to nine years after her baby died, she called and said she thought she had it all figured it out. She said sincerely that she really appreciated our friendship but if a lot of time goes by and we did not hear from her, it would mean she was okay and was finally ready to accept the loss of her baby.

I haven’t heard from her since that day.

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South County Y, Running, and the Main Squeeze

My history with the South County YMCA goes back to 1988. I’ll have to go back further than that and tell you a bit about my own story first so I can try to describe to you how much not only the South County “Y” has meant to me but also the YMCA in Springfield, Massachusetts.

In attending Sam Houston State University in the mid-80′s, I met my now better-half (Linda) there. Upon graduation in 1986, the only place I could get a “real job” that I liked was in Hartford, Ct. Long story short, the second I moved there, I put my name in for the first available transfer to the Dallas or Houston offices so I could be closer to Linda.

Well, 10 months later my ship came in and I was off to Dallas to be the city’s newest insurance investigator. This got me about 3 hours away from my eventual, desired location which was the Houston area as Linda was commuting to “Sam” from Conroe to finish her teaching degree.

I may have been working in Dallas but I was actually living in Conroe commuting to Dallas. About three times a week not including the weekend, I would commute the 3-3 1/2 hours to Conroe and back to Dallas for work. Total insanity.

In between all of that, I was involved in what was called the “Apple Road Racing Series” in Dallas. Sounds official and somewhat impressive, right? Don’t be fooled. Yes, there were serious runners involved in this weekly competition making money if they finished high up in their respective age divisions. Then there were guys like me who would run a 5K in 23, 5 mile in 38, 10K in 47 and the toughest race I was ever involved in was the Dallas Thanksgiving 8 mile run which had about as much participation as any race I’d seen to that point. Of course, I had never been to the Austin American Statesman Thanksgiving run which had an insane amount of runners every year back then.

The 8 mile Dallas T-Giving run was tough because man it was hot that day. It was also surprisingly unorganized out on the course because I think they were surprised by the number of race-day sign-ups. At many of the water stops there wasn’t enough water. Some of the people who owned houses along the course were running their hoses to the street to help. Anyway, I struggled to an even slow for me 1:14:00 time. Included in that time was the four minutes after the gun started inching up to the starting line to start running. Running chips were not being used yet so you ate those four minutes.

I must say it ended well though. I found out later that the winner was a well known Kenyan named Ibrahim Hussein. He came in at just over 40 minutes which may have been considered slow for a world class runner by some but with the humidity that day, I bet it was a good time. Obviously, I came in much later. These races always had announcers with great announcing voices who were knowledgeable about running. As I came in with about forty others in my cluster, I will never forget what the announcer’s line was. He said the following which made the last 150 or so yards go by real quick and I even managed to pick up my pace a bit. He said, “It takes a world class runner to run an 8 mile race in 40 minutes but it takes a real athlete to finish in an hour and fourteen minutes.”

I still think about that line today. I was so proud when he said that because if you think about it, if you went through all of the people in the world who could run in ridiculous humidity for 8 miles without stopping, those people would be in an elite class.

Well, I need to go back a few months to get to my first association with the South County YMCA. On the weekends, I would want to get back to see Linda all the time so I started looking for races in her area. I came upon an upcoming race in this place called The Woodlands, Texas. The name of the race was “Ten for Texas”. Yeah, I had driven by The Woodlands in college on the way to Galveston and I’d heard stories about the place from a friend from there I had worked with in Huntsville at Strutz and The Cowboy but never had I ventured into The Woodlands. It wasn’t the thriving metropolis back then that it is now.

In order to sign up for the race, I called the South County YMCA to sign up as it was either one of or the only place to sign up. I then sent my registration in and they told me to pick up the packet leading up to the race. I drove to The Woodlands as soon as I knew my shirt and number were ready. I do remember this first trip there. From Conroe, I took Research Forest and drove until it dead ended which was Gosling. The only way to go was left and the Y was on the right. As I walked in, the packets were on the floor and I searched for mine. When I found it, I looked inside and saw a beautiful long sleeve shirt with that year’s Ten for Texas logo. They had other gifts in there like the obligatory coupons from local businesses and some nice stickers. Also included was a flyer suggesting I sign up for a Y membership.

I had been a Y member in Springfield, Massachusetts when I was real little in the 60′s. It was the first place I had been to where people were all about exercizing. Swimming, running on the indoor track, boxing, judo, wrestling, weightlifting (I was not allowed where the weights were. Too dangerous and man those old people were downright mean about it) and even people standing in “flab” machines. It was a belt that was wrapped around your butt. You turned it on and it vibrated violently and was supposed to help shed flab. To this day, I think that thing must have been a waste of time. I just can’t see that working or someone would have made an infomercial about it years later. Then again, your infomercial product doesn’t have to work anyway. Lets do it.

I remember sitting in the lobby looking up at the TV. It always seemed like USC was playing because every time I heard someone yelling, there went OJ Simpson on another 70 yard touchdown run.

So anyway, I walked to the South County Y counter and inquired about joining. To this day, I don’t think I’ve ever met more inviting, friendly people. I remember it being busy too. There was probably only about 25,000 people in The Woodlands at this time but they were not hurting for members. Yet, the people had time for me. I believe the Y was the only exercize facility in town and being the only game in town, these people didn’t act like it at all.

I had never been a member of a gym other than my family’s membership back in Massachusetts. I played sports all through grammar school and college so being in shape was never an issue. Part of my time in Dallas, I had been sitting in my car eating fast food while keeping people under surveillance. I went from 160 to 210 in no time. I was a walking or more like a waddling cholesterol commercial. In that time, I had wanted to see about joining a gym but eating was more fun. Running saved me so I got sidetracked in my gym thinking.

The people at South County were so nice and the price was so reasonable I joined even though I still lived in Dallas (technically). However, It wasn’t long after that I got transferred away to Los Angeles and then back to Dallas which totalled two years. Finally, I bit the bullet and moved myself to Conroe because I had had enough of being away from the one person who I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.

I started my own business and got back with the South County YMCA. My marriage to the Y was followed shortly thereafter to Linda and life had officially begun again.

Being associated with the Y ever since either by being a member or having my son involved in dozens of Y programs, I credit South County for fulfilling many of my family’s needs and perhaps making our lives that much more enjoyable.

Back to the running. I later found out that The Woodlands had a Woodlands Marathon but I never got to run in it. They discontinued it but I believe it has since reappeared. I finished the Ten for Texas in just over one hour and thirty minutes which was an average of 9 minute miles. I can’t be sure but I believe the winner came in at 49 and change. I only note this because I was still on the course and I saw a runner running back through the course fresh as ever. I asked him if he won and he said no and that the winner beat him by about two minutes. He said he had run it in 52 minutes. I was about to have a coronary and this guy was running the course again.

The year I commuted from Dallas, I did run in the 1988 Dallas White Rock Marathon. I hit the wall at mile 21 and walk/ran the rest of the way finishing in a tortoise-like 4:54. Two months later, I ran in what was then the Houston Tenneco Marathon in 1989. It was a perfect day for running…..nice and cool. Richard Kaitany won that race in 2:10:04 which was a Houston record for a long time. It may still be. I finished in a very proud 4:19:54 which for all of you math majors out there is just barely breaking 10 minute miles. It was an exciting race because although I finished 2:10 after the winner, the finish line was still packed with thousands of cheering people. As far as I was concerned, I may as well have won the race.

Although running and gyms have taken a back seat to P90X now, I will always credit the YMCA for not only the success of mine and Linda’s marriage, but for getting my mind right. Associating with such fine people really did something for me.

After all, I really believe what my Mom would tell me all the time when I was little………”You are who you associate with”.

Actually, it was in one ear and out the other when my Mom would tell me. It only started to make sense when I got to know the people at the South County YMCA.

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The Day Sports Became Less Important

Remembering 9/11Seeing as today is 9-11, I wanted to share a piece I wrote exactly two years after 9-11-2001. I just read it again and the feelings I shared still exist today. It was a crazy part of our history which I tried to make sense out of. If you would like to send us a note telling us where you were that fateful day and how it was for you and those closest to you, you are more than welcome to do so.

Two years ago today it was Sept. 11, 2001. Yes, it’s been two years and I’m not getting over it. I will never get over it. Like you, I am just managing to get used to it.

That was the day that made athletics seem completely insignificant. Even though sports rules my life and I would have a tough time continuing on in life without it, that day made me totally forget about sports and made me re-evaluate my priorities and put everything that I do in life, into perspective.

I’m sure we all have some type of connection to those who were killed during that insane day. You may know someone who was directly involved or maybe you know someone who knows someone who was directly involved. Even if you didn’t, we all were involved and deeply affected as Americans.

To this day if I talk to someone I haven’t seen for a couple years, I always ask them where they were when the madness occurred. It’s just interesting to listen to people describe where they were and how they were feeling at that time. Not one person doesn’t remember where they were. You’d have to be brain dead to not know. I remember that whole day and I’ll let you in on a little of it.

On Sept. 11, I was typing some reports at my house and not paying attention to the outside world when I was interrupted by the sound of the phone. Linda was calling and as soon as I answered the phone, she asked how I was. I was like ‘What’s wrong? Since when do you call and ask if I am OK?’

Then she told me that we were being attacked. She said the Twin Towers were down and the Pentagon was hit as well. She added that whoever it was, was flying planes into buildings and using them as bombs.

My first thought was someone had manipulated the whole air-traffic control system and this was going to go on all day. Then I came to my senses and realized that would be impossible.

We ended the conversation with “I love you,” like we always do. Except for one thing. I throw that “I love you” thing around pretty loosely. When I hung up the phone, I realized that I really meant it that time. That was my first eye-opener. I now knew that we were all in some kind of trouble and felt secure in knowing that I had “the better half” looking after me.

It was then that I glued myself to the television for the rest of the day and watched replay after replay. I was trying to make sense of the whole thing and was searching for some way to become optimistic about it. During the course of the day, I called a friend of mine who is a pilot. His name is Jack Schantz and he may be the most optimistic guy I know.

Although my friend Jack is extremely long winded, it didn’t bother me that day. I wanted Jack to rail me about how we will be okay and how we have good people in charge that will do the right things. He explained to me that in no way were pilots flying those planes into buildings. It had to be trained terrorists. As it turned out, he was proven correct. He said if it was he, or any pilot, being forced to fly the planes in a manner that would be dangerous to other people, they would have acted like they were going to do what the terrorists wanted, but would have done the safest thing possible, which would have been to make a quick detour and try to make a water landing into the Hudson Bay.

I asked him how long he thought it will take us to get over this disaster. Jack came back with the most obvious common sense answer by saying we can start by hoping the television stations, sooner than later, stop showing the replay of the planes hitting the buildings and people jumping out of them to their deaths. That was so true.

It wasn’t long after that that it was difficult to find a replay. I assumed it was an unwritten law to not show the replays. Jack was “right on” that day. I’m glad I called him because he was a needed breath of fresh air that day.

No matter how tough you are, no matter how adamant you are about never putting your guard down and letting other people in, Sept. 11 was a day that I felt it was okay to just let other people know you were not feeling too good about this and that it was okay to show some affection for each other. Whether it be hugging family members and friends or just walking down the street and nodding to someone you don’t know, we were all in this together and to watch everybody be concerned for one another was refreshing to me.

It would be nice if we could act like that all the time and didn’t need a major catastrophe to be drawn closer together. That’s understandable though because, I guess, you could just file that under human nature.

Now that we have gone through Sept. 11, I feel comfortable in saying; I may write some columns that put me in the cynical and overzealous category. However, when Sept. 11 occurred, sports didn’t mean squat to me.

I hope that type of disaster never happens again.

Long story short, my 8-year-old son came home after school that day and knew some of what was going on, but not exactly. He knew something was wrong because most of the students in his class were pulled by parents. I think we did the right thing with him that day but wasn’t sure back then.

At this time of day, it was beginning to get difficult to see replays of the incident. I managed to find a station that was still clueless as to the “code” that was in place. I showed him the replays and he didn’t get upset but expressed wonder at why anyone would want to do that. The only thing I could come up with to say to an 8-year old was that there are some crazy people out there who don’t like our way of life. He came back with “Why?” All I could do was try to explain, since I didn’t know how to explain it properly to a young child.

Over the next few days, I got calls from people who were involved and who were really shaken up. That should have been enough to drop me. However, the one thing that really got me was when my son came home from school a few days after Sept. 11 and went to his room quietly.

A short time later, he came up to me and handed me a picture that he drew. It was a picture of a plane on its way towards a building. I just looked at it and he looked at me with a serious look on his face which is rare. He didn’t wait for a reaction and just walked back to his room. It was like his gift to me. I couldn’t read his mind but I think he was just telling me he was okay with it all.

Before school the next day, he asked if he had football practice later that day. My son was looking forward to sports again. When the incident occurred, sports was the last thing from my mind.

After a few days, sports was going to help me recover from this heinous and senseless act of violence. The healing process was beginning. I was relieved to feel that sports was back in my life again.

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True Character Can Be Found On or Off the Field

Rudy Ruettiger as played by Sean AstinHe went to the first football practice his senior year with high hopes of being a starter. One look at the kid and you could tell he was a born athlete, the kind that could play any sport and contribute to the team. Going to a large school where almost everybody played football and nobody got cut didn’t matter to him.

In a town with close to 90,000 people and a high school with over 3,500 students, you can bet there were several players sitting on the bench that would be starters anywhere else. The large number of players would relegate some very talented football players to mop-up duty and special teams.

Going into the season it looked like this kid had a reasonable shot at being a defensive starter. He could hit like a truck and had great instincts. Shortly after the season started the coaches moved him to offense as a back-up running back.

Along with his physical gifts, he was a very perceptive kid and could read the writing on the wall. Early in the season, it would have been easy for him to clean out his locker and quit the team. However, he got together with his dad and discussed his options. For a player with so much athletic ability, it would take someone with a great attitude to stick around and cheer from the sidelines knowing he could help the team just as much as some of the starters. He told his father he had decided he could help the team by giving a hundred percent at practice and challenging the starters so they could get better. In the back of his mind he hoped for just one chance to prove himself in a game on any Friday night.

He never really got that shot. He was a standout on special teams and the team was very successful without him being a major player. When he did get in games, he excelled and there wasn’t a player on the team who put out more effort in practice.

His dad works in my neighborhood and I see him almost every day. He once told me about the time his son looked him in the eye and said, “Dad, it doesn’t look like I’m going to play much this year. But, I’ve decided to give it my all and help the team. I’ve seen kids in similar situations who got all bitter inside and really hurt the team. I don’t want to be like that, Dad.”

His father told me he had never been more proud of his son. He was more proud then than at any time when he was the star on one of the teams he had played on in the past. He told me there comes a time when you hope your kid has developed character and is ready for the world.

“You can only do your best and hope you raise a good kid,” he said. “After a while, whether a kid is good at sports or good at playing an instrument or good at math, those things are all secondary to being a good person. I’ve seen all the competitive parents pushing their kids to be the best they can be at a sport. But, often times you don’t see enough positive personal development come out of that.”

While talking to this hard working, devoted family man that day and reflecting back on the 10 years I’ve known him, I am hard pressed to come up with a person with a better attitude.

This is something we should reflect upon when we start acting like our kid’s junior high football games are Super Bowl XXXXVII.

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On Class: The Road Less Traveled

The other day I was talking to an Oak Ridge high school student/athlete. This particular person had already been through some traumatic experiences in his young life which has made him wise beyond his years. Sometimes, it seems like we have to go through some tough times in order to grow. I mentioned to him how impressed I was with him in that although he has experienced massive hardship, he didn’t allow it to take him down a wrong path. I said people would have excused him if he had a few hiccups, yet he used his experiences to help him.
 
His response was classic. “It would have been easy for me to be weak because that’s what everyone expected me to be. I could have milked everyone and walked around feeling sorry for myself”. He continued, “For a few weeks I was a little quieter than usual which in turn taught me how to be observant enabling me to see how other people really are. I can’t say I did this on purpose, it just happened. During this time, I saw how people treat each other. How some people are just naturally nice and comfortable with others, while others try to create negative things about people to try and build themselves up.”
 
In talking to this young man, I had to constantly remind myself that I was listening to a teenager. He went on to say he wanted to be one of the people in this world who makes lemonade out of lemons.
 
Before our conversation turned to something of a less serious nature, I had to ask him if he would mind if I wrote a story about him. I told him a lot of people in his position do not go down the road he took and perhaps this would be good for some people. He said he preferred to not make a spectacle of his trying times and that it would be better for him and others personally involved to just continue to go through these times alone. He did say that I could always write the story without using his name.
 
Well, that’s the story. Later that day, I came across a writing a friend of mine had given me a few years ago. My friend is a fellow coach and he gives this to each of his players on every team he coaches. I picked it up and read it again. I thought to myself, “This describes the young man I just had a conversation with.”
 
It’s about “Class”. We all have weak moments and stray from the following description of “Class”. However, I figure if a teenager can lead his life with class, perhaps we can all learn to stray less often. How cool is it that we can continue to learn from young people?

“Class never runs scared. It is sure-footed and confident. It can handle whatever comes along.

Class has a sense of humor. It knows that a good laugh is the best way for people to break the ice with each other.

Class never makes excuses. It takes its lumps and learns from past mistakes.

Class knows that good manners are nothing more than a series of small, effortless sacrifices.

Class has no social status and has nothing to do with money. Some wealthy people have no class. Yet, some people who are struggling are loaded with it.

Class is real. It can not be faked.

Class never tries to build itself up by tearing someone else down. Class is already “up” and doesn’t need to strive to look better by making others look bad.

Class can hang around with everyone. Whether you are popular or unpopular, you are comfortable with class because class is comfortable with himself.

If you have class, you’ve got it made. If you don’t have class, no matter what else you have, it doesn’t make any difference.”
 
The youth of Oak Ridge RULE!!!!

Doug Sarant can be reached at doug@oakridgenow.com

The Winning Truth: Believe That There is Always a Way

One Sunday not long ago, I was meeting a 7th grade lacrosse goalie to give a lesson to at the Oak Ridge high school practice fields. I’m kind of out of the big lacrosse picture now, but I still give lessons to Houston area goalies. 

I was early so I set up the goal and sat down beside a tree. Next to the tree was a folded up piece of paper that I picked up and started reading. 

At the top of the page was a title, “The Winning Truth.” 

After reading it, I couldn’t believe I had picked up this masterpiece next to a tree. I could go to Barnes and Noble in search of the greatest quotes of all time and wouldn’t be able to top those I’d just found written on a scrap of litter. 

It was an inspirational note detailing what the winning truth really is. Obviously, it was handed out by a cross country coach. I didn’t recognize the name, so I don’t know if it was a junior high or high school coach from an Oak Ridge school or from an opponent’s school. That’s not important. What is important is that this coach is in charge of the type athletes who can understand what a message like this means, except of course, for the one that left it for me to find. 

Read this message and tell me if you think this coach is teaching proper values to a team of competitive athletes. 

The Winning Truth 

Believe that there is always a way. 

Don’t tell me what we don’t have, tell me what we have. 

Never make excuses – anyone and everyone does that – if you need to make an excuse-look in the mirror. 

Champions train early in the morning and late at night when no one is watching. 

Quitting is the easiest thing to do – it requires no effort but simply walking away. (I will never quit) 

Striving to Win is the most important thing.  (Anything else is an excuse from a loser) 

I will have no mercy for my opponent. 

I will always fight to the end. 

I do believe. 

I WILL WIN! 

That was followed by a short note from the coach. 

“Good luck today. You can do it, go out there and push yourself! Compete to the best of your ability and never quit. Believe and achieve. Reach for the stars. Run hard, run smooth, run fast, run relaxed, hurry back!!” 

Tell me you wouldn’t run a personal best for this coach. If you think it’s too much about winning and not enough about sportsmanship, you just don’t get it. 

First of all, the kids being coached here are past the “in it just for fun” stage. The big picture is coaching your kids so they compete to the best of their ability. Get it or go home, give 110 percent. Then, regardless if you come in first or 101st, you can look in the mirror and know you did your best. Somebody may have beaten you, but you didn’t lose. (There is a difference.) 

Like I pointed out, I don’t know this coach and I’m not looking the name up to see what team is being coached. That isn’t important, what is important is that this coach knows what they are doing. 

This isn’t the type of information you’d give a kid in elementary or intermediate school. Hopefully, sometime after that point, and the sooner the better, they would be able to read it and get it. When they get it, they will most assuredly be more successful at anything they choose to do than the athletes who look at it and say, “huh?” 

If you’re out and see a piece of paper on the ground, pick it up. It could very well be something very valuable. 

By the way, the goalie I trained after I read The Winning Truth got the workout of his life.

Doug Sarant can be reached at doug@oakridgenow.com

ORWALL food police: recalling good Little League Memories

Seeing as the Little League season is almost over and my 12-year-old won’t be blessed by participating in ORWALL anymore, I will be writing a column this week and next detailing two extremely cool and educational occurrences that took place during my time on the fields.
For you cynics out there, and you know who you are, I’m sorry, but this will be a positive story. I won’t be trying to solicit a flood of nasty e-mails by rubbing somebody’s hypersensitive fur the wrong way. I like those though. Nothing pleases me more than getting someone so burnt up that they would waste their time on a computer telling me “what for.”

Most of you are probably like me and feel that the best part of the paper is the Letters to the Editor section. I know you read this paper’s selection of pseudo-intellectual letter writers. People who go back and forth at each other about their Chicken Little fantasies are the same type people you see on the Jerry Springer Show.

Yes, we definitely have that sort of person here. They blend in better here because they can afford dental care and don’t have three eyes or two belly buttons. Inbreeding can be hidden when you can afford plastic surgery. And that’s big around here. Plastic surgery, anyway, you can’t be sure about inbreeding.

“One thing you can’t hide is when you’re crippled inside.” John Lennon said that.

But, I digress.

One day during our successful 10AAA season two years ago we were playing Jimmy Simon’s Indians, beat them 11-6, thank you very much. This was a special Saturday at ORWALL where they were having a big fund-raiser and had all kinds of food booths, team baskets with accessories. You could buy almost anything Little League at this moneymaking affair.

Things like this are necessary to keep non-profit organizations like ORWALL operating so our kids have a league to play in.

It seems like it may have been Opening Day except we were in the middle of the season. But, considering ORWALL’s calendar, I’ve seen more confusing things out there.

About the third inning, a guy walked up to me in a Chef’s outfit and said, “Hi Coach. My name is Brooks. I run Carrabba’s off of I-45 and we’re your sponsor.”

I gave this guy a real strange look. Confusion may be my natural state, but as far as I knew, we didn’t have a sponsor.

Because we didn’t have a sponsor, after the first few games, I went out and had a nice, huge banner made that we could hang by our dugout with all the kid’s pictures on baseball cards.

Since we didn’t have a sponsor, I told Jungle Signs to put a fictitious sponsor on the bottom, “Bob’s Marriage Counseling.” I had them put a silhouette of a man and a woman facing each other in a less than pleasant way with their hands on their hips.

That’s a good example of my sense of humor. So, I’m twisted, I know I’m twisted. My wife knows I’m twisted and she loves me anyway. I don’t care what the rest of you think.

Anyway, the parents took it well and we got some great looks during the season.

What I didn’t know was that one set of parents was getting separated. I guess Bob wasn’t that great of a marriage counselor.

With the confused look still on my face, I said “and” like the typical wise guy Yankee that I am.

Brooks explained that he wanted to surprise us by bringing out a huge vat of spaghetti and meatballs along with that insanely good bread they have at Carrabba’s. He said he and his assistant would be over by the football field on the road entering ORWALL. To this day, I can’t believe how incredibly thoughtful and above and beyond the call of duty that was.

It doesn’t end there. Now, for the rest of the story.

After the game the kids coaches and parents went to the football fields and had an Italian feast served by the owner of The Woodlands’ Carrabba’s and his assistant both dressed up like the big time Chef’s they are.

How ridiculously out of this world is this? These guys are busy as all get out running a very successful restaurant. Yet, they managed to think of these kids and make their day as well as all the parents and coaches.

Then, all of a sudden, BOOM! A golf cart came to a screeching halt in the middle of our feast. Two female board members with the official polo shirt adorned with the ORWALL insignia jumped out of the cart. One of them walked up to us and asked exactly what we were doing on ORWALL grounds having such a feast. I was about to answer when she got a call on her walkie-talkie.

The voice on the other end, who was probably the director of Homeland Security, was concerned that we were actually eating food not supplied by a food booth that ORWALL had allowed to come. She got off the radio and began asking the same question before I pointed out that we had ears too.

We explained that Carrabba’s was our sponsor and they came out today to surprise the kids and make their Little League experience that much more memorable. They had no idea what was going on at the fields before they came. One of our parents even opened their cooler and showed the Food Police the 25 Gatorades she bought from a food vendor.

Very long story short, we finally got it through their thick heads that our sponsor was being very gracious, and it’s not wise to anger the sponsors. You will need them again next year. It still wasn’t until about six back and forths with Washington that agents Jill and Jane gave us the official okie dokie.

Like Ginsu Knives, there’s more.

We wrapped it up and said our goodbyes. Brooks surprised us again with free coupons that would last the rest of the year.

I talk to Brooks quite a bit because I eat and buy gift certificates at Carrabba’s whenever I can afford it just because of that day.

It didn’t surprise any of us that his assistant has his own restaurant in Colorado now. What also doesn’t surprise me is that Brooks still sponsors youth sports, but probably doesn’t bring out vats of food anymore because of the infamous shakedown.

I am proud to say that in Carrabba’s, on the wall between one of the seating areas and the Chef’s area is a picture of the team standing next to Brooks and his assistant amidst those huge vats of spaghetti, meatballs and sauce.

It’s kind of messy. But when you get a bunch of 10-year-olds around that much Italian food, they’re going to wear about as much as they eat.

Brooks, I hope you know how much that day meant to all of us and someday, I hope you do something that nice for someone else.

I think things have changed a bit at the end of Budde Road now.

See you at Carrabba’s.
 
Doug Sarant cane be reached at doug@oakridgenow.com