
Seems like just
yesterday...........
Those words seem to ring more true with every passing year.
8 years old playing baseball for the Mo-Hawks at the YMCA. My father and Mr.
Speich coaching our team. We were so dominate that the league changed the rules half way through the season because no one could beat us. After the rule changes they still couldn't beat us. I loved being on that field and being coached by my father. 34 years have passed since those innocent times.
Living in
Willowood in Houston Texas. A middle class neighborhood while attending Klein Forest High School. A school stuck right in an expensive neighborhood where we were considered the kids from the wrong side of the tracks. Never realize how polarized it can be in high school. Kids can be so cruel to each other.
I can remember so vividly those
Friday night football games at Blossom Athletic Center in San Antonio,
TX. Robert E Lee Vols taking the field. The crowds cheering, the sweat, the friends the smell of the turf. It has been 24 years since I last stepped on a football field.
The Convocation Center at
UTSA. The fans screaming, Robert Wallace, Dion
Pettis, Tim Faulkner, Tom Carter and others running the floor with Coach Eddy running the show. It's now been 22 years since I last stepped on a basketball court.
Jumping out of airplanes and earning my "Airborne" wings at Fort
Benning, Georgia. Not sure there is a hotter place on earth in mid-June. My grandfather pinned my wings on me at that graduation ceremony. After surviving D-Day and the Korean War. He returned to a school he once ran to see his grandson graduate. Been 19 years since my last jump.
Move to Baton Rouge to start a new stage in my life. Unfamiliar town that has welcomed me with open arms. Found tremendous people here every step of the way. They continue to encourage and inspire me. Been here 17 years and I'm still here with no immediate plans to leave.
A friend, Doug
Fournet asks me for some help coaching a small wrestling team. "Come on it'll be fun", he says. I figured I'd help him out foe the season and then move on. Well 8 years later and I'm still there. Bishop Sullivan High School has changed it's name to St. Michael. I'm
privileged to coach some of the best young men in the country.
A small group of friends and family gathered last night to celebrate yet another year passing. I can't express how much it meant to me to be surrounded by those folks. Really doesn't bother me to be a year older when I have friends like these.
I sit pondering today. How strange it is for things to come full circle. This year for the first time I coached my son. It was the most enjoyable time I have ever had. I miss too many of his games and practices for work, to coach other kids, for my own selfish reasons. So to be there for every practice and every game was truly an amazing experience. I hope that he had the same
wonderful experience I had those 34 years ago. A skinny little blond kid having the time of his life. A few pounds later and many hard miles on the body and I'm still having the time of my life. Thanks for reminding me how it's not just another year passing.