Coaches impacting the lives of student athletes –
In 1971 I was in my last year of middle school. In those days middle school was grades 7-9. I had been at this small private school all 3 years and I played both football and basketball. Basketball was my passion. I played year round. I worked long hours on dribbling and shooting. In the winter my neighbor across the street, a year behind me, and I would often be bundled up playing one-on-one on the lighted pavement in the back of my house in sub-freezing temperatures at night.
One Saturday morning we had this game scheduled with McCallie. I think it may have been a scrimmage. We had formed the 2 lines and were going through our pregame layups and all the while checking out the other team. They were BIG big. We weren’t.
I made a comment that basically said we’re about to get killed or something like that. Apparently my coach overheard my comment and he came over and got in my face and told me if that was going to be my attitude I could just go on back to the locker room.
I was embarrassed to no end but I don’t think I was the only one affected by coach’s admonishment. We ended up playing a hell of a game that morning, even in defeat. We all probably left the gym that day feeling about 2 foot taller than we had been when we’d first got there.
That one moment, choosing between faith and doubt, inspired the entire course of my life. My professional career was lined with landmarks where I and my team took on jobs and projects others said couldn’t be done, and we did them. We weren’t anything special. We just didn’t start out quitting before the game even got started.
There are countless stories I could tell, and older people such as myself tend to tell a lot of stories, but in the interest of staying within my normal length post, I’ll only tell one.
When I was 25 years old and fresh out of the Navy where I had been trained as an engineer, I took on a project as a trouble shooter for a small power plant while I was waiting for a big job out West. The plant had only been in operation for 2 years but it looked like it had been running for 20 years. One of the first things we did was shut down the plant for a quick outage so we could fix many of the material issues. We were going to do this over the course of a weekend. We divided up into two 12 hours shifts and would work around the clock. I had the night shift.
I came in to take over my shift on Saturday night and one of the jobs the day shift had been trying to fix was a valve on the top of one of the boilers. It had been leaking steam since the start and it needed to be welded to stop the leak. The maintenance manager who was a very smart highly educated guy with a lot of experience in design and O&M told me during turnover that it was impossible to get at the valve to do the welding due to the congested nature of the location.
I just nodded like I understood but secretly I was already plotting how we were going to do this. After the shift change was over and the plant was ours I went and found my lead welder. The guy was a hippie. I mean literally a hippie but I knew he was an artist at welding. I told him I had a tough job for him and drug him up to the top of that boiler and explained what we needed to get done. He said, no problem, probably take me a couple hours.
The next morning during shift change neither the plant manager nor the maintenance manage would take my word that we had fixed that valve on the night shift – so I had to take them up to the top of the boiler to show them.
I think by and large most of the fans of Tennessee football go into every game hoping we’ll find a way to win, regardless of the challenges. There are some that give us no chance at all, especially because of the challenges. I think it’s possible we might be better off as a fanbase and a program if those fans would just go on back to the locker room. jmo.