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Posted on: March 14, 2008 9:35 pm
 

The greatest 21st birthday ever

Odd thought while wondering whatever happened to Bucky 'freakin' Dent:

Almost everyone has a 21st birthday story.

Mine happend while I was a Junior at Indiana University. Since my Birthday is November 20th, my birthday usually is in the vacinity of Thanksgiving. It is also in the vacinity of the IU/Purdue Old Oaken Bucket football game. On this year, the game actually fell on my birthday.

We played at Purdue. Several very good friends of mine went to school there, including my nephew (who is 39 days younger than I am). I made the trip to West Lafayette for the game...arriving in WL about 7:00 PM.

After some 'pre game festivities', we hit the town and ended up at the Pizza Keg. At the stroke of midnight, I ordered for me and one of my buddies who was also 21. Never been so glad to get carded in all my life. We had an awesome time...or so I'm told.

For the game the next day, we kicked the crap out of Purdue. The final score was only 24-10, but the game was never in doubt.

That night, my best friend, who was big time in Navy ROTC, and a bunch of his Navy buddies had to usher a concert at Purdue's Hall of Music. This was no ordinary concert, it was the Eagles' Hotel California tour, with Joe Walsh. They got me in for free, and I had the time of my life. I think they played for about 3 hours. Of course, the final song out had to be Desparado.

We'll dispense with the women part of it. Anyone can get a little somethin' somethin'....but that just makes you another number on that list.

I'm sure you 'wild and crazy' people had some outrageous 21st birthdays.......so let's hear about them.

Take care

Category: General
Posted on: March 6, 2008 6:00 pm
 

Ladies and Gentlemen, Richard Pryor!

We are defined by the time we grew up. I wish I had a dollar for every time I heard 'If you had grown up in the depression.........", from my parents. Obviously, the depression defined their youth.

For me, one of the defining characters outside of sports was the brilliant comedian, Richard Pryor. Back in the day, when I still had an 'acidic' tongue, I could do just about any Pryor bit, chapter and verse.

There are still a few of my buddies who will reply when anyone says, How about......(insert any subject), and one of us will say, How 'bout Miss Rudolph, followed by another buddy saying, "How 'bout your mama.

For those of you who don't know Pryor, that means nothing. For those of you who know that famous 'Mudbone' bit, you are rolling.

Some find Pryor offensive. The language was rough. He dropped the 'N' bomb all the time. To this day, if you look it up on "YouTube", the bit he did on Saturday Night Live with Chevy Chase is still one of the all time greats.

If you were a fan, you have a favorite bit. If you have a favorite Richard Pryor bit, feel free to share. My all time favorite is the one where is talking about the difference between black and white church. To quote Pryor, 'at black church, you get a show for your money'. He goes into a preacher bit...quoting from the book of Wonder....(Stevie, that is)

(in preacher voice) A boy was born, in hardtime Mississippi. Surrounded by four walls that were not pretty. His parents (that's two peoples) give him love and attention, keepin' him strong, movin' in the right direction. Give him just enough, I said just enough, for the city....then they shift on you say...

You know, I first met God, in 1929. I never will forget this. You see, I was walkin' down the street. I don't believe you heard me. I said, I was walkin' down the street. I was not runnin', I was walllllllllkkkkkkkkiiiiiinnnnggggg. Eatin' a tuna fish sandwich. And I heard this voice call out to me, and I knew it was the voice of God. For it came from without a dark alley way....as only the voice of God could come. But I did not venture down that dark alley way. For it might not have been the voice of God....but two or three N!&&E*s with a baseball bat. God only knows...and he wasn't talkin' and I wasn't walkin'.

Take care.

Category: General
Posted on: March 4, 2008 10:34 am
 

The future and our children

Odd thoughts while wondering whatever happened to Hal Greer:

Every generation seems to live with the same dilemma:

How did this upcoming generation of young people miss the mark so far? Why are they so much worse than we were? Our parents felt that way about us, and their parents felt that way about them.

Now we transfer that to the current generation.

The truth is, this generation is smarter than we've ever been. They are more worldly. Unfortunately, they are forced to grow up much younger than we had to.

We've polarized them. They either believe strongly that there is a God of the universe, or they don't. Many come from homes with incomplete parental influence. Male role models/father figures are in scarce supply for a number of reasons.

In spite of all this, this current group of young people give me hope. You see, they are smarter than we are. All we can provide them is wisdom. My business mentor taught me that good judgement comes from excercising lots of bad judgement. Therefore, he who screws up the most AND learns from it, wins. Wisdom comes from living life, not reading books or looking up stuff on the internet.

Our issue is, we don't let our kids screw up. We do it for them. While they are smarter, they don't have to do anything. Parents are always trying to make sure they give the kids all the advantages they never had as a child. The biggest advantage they can give them is the ability to work their way out of a problem without the parents solving it. Kids will fall short of the mark, and the parent will cry, " But I gave them everything they wanted". The problem is we give them too much of what they want, and not enough of what they need. The one thing we all need is the tough love approach of working out a problem we got ourselves into.

Understand this: the child will never appreciate that lesson. Not at the moment. It isn't until they live some life that they will appreciate you allowing them to struggle. Struggle = stress. Stress = growth. Nothing grows in the absence of stress. Our job isn't to make our children happy. Our job is to raise them. Unfortunately, we fail them most of the time. Happiness is a byproduct of how we live our life. We are not promised happiness, just the pursuit of happiness.

I've always operated by several life principles concerning young people.

  • Kids are not afforded the constitutional right to the presumption of innocence.  Kids are guilty until proven innocent. This serves them well, unless you are trying to raise a world class liar. They will push you as far as possible. If your child tells you a teacher did something to them at school, they are lying. Of course, this is only 98% true, but calling it early will keep you from having to distinguish between fact and fiction when the rubber meets the road in the adolescent years. Partner with the educators. You will be amazed how quickly your child will stop playing the game and get to work when they realize they can't play you and the teacher against each other.
  • Kids will do what is expected of them, no more and no less.   If you expect nothing, you will get it. If you expect great things, you will get it. It is a self fulfilling prophecy. How many parents raise their kids telling them that they will amount to nothing, then be able to say "I told you so" as they are marched off to jail? Expect great things from you kids, and celebrate the attempt to reach that lofty goal.
  • An explanation is not an excuse.   They can explain until they are blue in the face why they don't get their stuff done, but it does not excuse it. To accept less totally goes against helping them achieve their potential.

I am in an environment daily with high school aged kids. I've never met a kid yet who wishes to be a failure. My role in their life is to show them that they must work hard to get above the 'average' line of life. It all comes down to high expectations, genuine caring about them as people and consequences for actions.

Our future is in great hands.....now if we'll just do our job of nurturing it.

Take care!

Category: General
Posted on: February 22, 2008 1:14 pm
 

The sadness of losing a hero

Odd thoughts while wondering whatever happened to Louis Lipps:

In my original comments, I spoke of my heroes growing up, Johnny U. and Mickey Mantle. I also was a huge fan of Wilt Chamberlain. As a child, my commitments were to these three players. Thus, I learned to hate the Packers, Red Sox, Dodgers and Celtics. Even with the great Hoosier basketball legend, Larry Bird, playing in Boston, I never got over my dislike for that franchise. Why? Well, my Colts and 76ers could never beat the Pack or Celts. The Red Sox and Dodgers were just natural Yankee rivals.

When each of these three men died, I was teary for a while. It's hard to lose a hero. At least these three men died in their own time, under mostly natural causes. Momluvs' hero was Roberto Clemente. While I was a great fan, he wasn't my 'guy'. I can only imagine how tough it had to be for younsters to deal with losing a man of his character who was still young.

There is another way to lose a hero. Through the falling off a pedestal. Robert Montgomery Knight became coach of the Indiana University men's basketball team during my sophomore year in high school. I loved his passion, insistance on discipline, mental approach to the game, and his relentless desire to play the game the right way no matter what the circumstances. I admired all those qualities. He had a way of getting the best out of the talent he surrounded himself with.

As a student at IU, I went to all the home games I could. The year after the first National Championship under Knight, we went 16-14. I went to every home game. There were no problems getting tickets that year. The bandwagon wasn't nearly as full. I admired Knight's passion, even when the team was depleted from a talent standpoint.

As I became a coach, I was a lot like Knight. I never tolerated laziness. I had few rules, but if you didn't follow them, you were punished. I was very demanding, but just like Knight, I applauded great effort. The one major difference was I never used off color language. I never understood why he felt that was necessary. I guess that was the first c-hink in the armour as far as my appreciation for him goes.

The following is a list of things I was able to overlook as Bobby just being Bobby:

  • About ripping off Jim Wisman's jersey
  • Stuffing the cop in Pureto Rico
  • Taking the jackass onto his TV show in the Purdue sweater
  • Ripping Chuck Marlow for not knowing anything about basketball (IU's basketball play by play guy)
  • Constant cursing
  • Ripping Dale Brown from LSU with an insult that I found funny as a young man
  • And there are many more

The most memorable for me is the chair throwing incident. I remember it vividly. I thought the officiating in the Big 10 had been execptionally bad that year. I threw a big pillow at the TV watching a Minnesota/Wisconsin game. Back to the chair....There was a scrum for a loose ball on the floor, and it went entirely too long. A jump ball should have been called, but finally, one of the guys from IU, in the middle of the pile, was called for a foul. I went balistic. So did Knight. I saw him turn towards the bench, and with God as my witness, I yelled at the TV, 'Throw the chair'. I had already emptied everything that was within arms reach of me. So, he picked up the chair and hurled it across the floor.......and the rest is history.

Most of us do things in the heat of battle that we are sorry for later (at least we type 'A's do.). But Knight was never sorry. I began to discover that he had a standard for others that he was unwilling to live up to himself. As time went on, I looked at each incident with him with an increasingly critical spirit. My hero was dying. Not because of him...but because I was growing up. I was learning the right way to go about life. That is why Animal House isn't as funny to me as a 52 year old as it was as  a 20 year old. It's still funny, just not fall off my chair funny.

My hero finally died for good during the NCAA postgame press conference. Some adminstrator had the nerve to tell the reporters that Knight wouldn't be attending. Knight appreared and asked the kid if he or anyone from IU had told him that he (Knight) would not be there. The reply was no. As the guy tried to explain, he looks at the guy and says 'no, you f#$%ed this up to start with. He then turned to the group of reporters and went on with his press conference.

While I will argue that Bob Knight's good outweighs his bad by a huge margin, I could no longer look the other way at the character flaws that he displayed. He displayed them without any sort of remorse.

We are all flawed. But to flaunt our flaws in defiance of authority is a character flaw that I cannot accept. You can't be a 'my way or the highway' kind of guy, and not respect the authority of those you report to. To act that way is the ultimate hypocricy.

Losing a hero any way is tough, but I grieved much more losing one by choice, that losing one to the end of earthly life. I guess it's kind of like a divorce. With death, you know it will eventually come, but divorce isn't part of the natural order.

Now, my university is faced with another sticky decision. Kelvin Sampson seems unable or unwilling to play by the rules. He came to IU under a cloud of scrutiny. He will leave the same way. I'll not bore you with the details...they are well chronicled. The rumor is that his players might boycott of he is let go.

I understand their plight. Their leader is on the verge of termination. The leader they've rallied around is threatened. But, it is the responsibility of the adults in charge to make sure that they show these young men that it is unacceptable to not keep your word. Sampson promised not to be in this position again, yet here he is. The life lesson these young men will learn supercedes any basketball lessons going on.

Regardless of how this turns out, there are some people out there losing a hero today. And I grieve for them. I wish it could be different, but a harsh reality of life will play itself out today.

Take care.

Category: NCAAB
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