I didn’t write a Thanksgiving-themed blog this past
November. I was with my bobsled teammates in Canada preparing for a race
weekend. The International Bobsled and Skeleton Federation doesn’t acknowledge
the American holiday with a break in the international competition schedule so
we had a regular day of practice. And, other than a chicken, potato, and green
bean casserole dinner cooked mostly by my teammate, Emily Azevedo, and calling
home to talk to mom and dad, Thanksgiving pretty much passed me by. But that
doesn’t mean that I haven’t spent time being grateful for a number of
opportunities and people in my life now that 2012 has turned into 2013. As I
think back about what shaped my path to becoming an Olympic champion
bobsledder, I have to start with my coaches.
Every kid needs a mentor and someone that can have a
positive influence on his or her interests as they grow up. For example, these
mentors may be in farming by sharing interest through 4-H or FFA with a young
one. For me, it was through sports. I played every sport as a kid from grade
school through high school. I was rarely inside. I was always being active in
something.
My favorite sport depended on the time of year; baseball in the
summer, football in the fall, basketball in the winter, etc. Throughout all of
my athletic adventures as a kid, I had great coaches. These coaches taught me
everything a coach is supposed to teach an athlete. I learned how to play fair,
work hard, share, never give up, and be a good sport. They taught me
commitment, sportsmanship, dedication, and teamwork. All of things were a side
effect that came along with FUN. I
played with some pretty good athletes for a small, central-Nebraska town and we
won more times than we lost but looking back, my coaches provided me with some
tools that didn’t come from winning or losing. Even now, I still remember how
to run the flex full-court offense in
basketball and a 5-2 monster, cover-2
defense in football. But those were a means to an end. In the end, I became
a better person because of my coaches.
They had abilities to see the big picture and know that life
is bigger than sports even though my life at the time seemed to revolve around
sports. When we lost because of an umpire’s call in Little League, my coach
displayed and enforced sportsmanship by shaking the ump’s hand after the game.
When I received a 15-yard penalty in a football game for unsportsmanlike
conduct, my coach immediately taught me a lesson in humility and fairness by
benching me the rest of the game after getting a well-deserved earful. When my
basketball team shot 18% from the free-throw line in a JV game, my coach taught
us commitment, concentration, and dedication by keeping us in the gym for an hour
after the varsity game that night to shoot free-throws.
It makes me sad to hear that, because of funding, many
sports programs are being cut and many kids won’t learn the same lessons that I
learned from my great youth coaches. So, in this post-holiday season, I want to
say thank you to all my coaches. At some point in time, through baseball,
basketball, football, and track,(with the risk of forgetting someone), I
referred to each of the following people as “Coach”: Terry Chadek, Gerald
Humlicek, Kevin Lyons, Bob Zelasney, Rick Chochon, Rich Gillespie, Jim Kamrath,
Steve Cherry, Ron Glatter, Craig Rose, Sandy Voss, Darrol Gray, Todd Bollig, Joe
Dey, Jerry Lentfer, Toby Watts, Mike Boss, Tim Hopwood, Doug Zoerb, and Jerry
Vrbka.
What a wonderful blog - thanks to Peggy Vrbka for sending it to me.
ReplyDeleteWhen we used to watch you Bobsled at the Olympics, Doug used to recount to everyone around that when you ran track at the Hershey track meets, he used to call you "wheels". He said when he coached you at baseball, you were always so fast.
He will be very happy you remembered him on your post. What a thoughtful thing to do. Doug and I always said what a respectful kid you were - and now a respectful young man. Thanks Curtis. Kz