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Tuesday, November 10, 2015

On the Missouri Earthquake

The big news involves the resignation of the University of Missouri president due to the threatened boycott of the Mizzou-BYU football game this coming Saturday. While those from outside of this country would look askance at this development and wonder about the sanity of our society, I would say that this is a uniquely American problem that was solved, rightly or wrongly, in a very American fashion.
There are many questions rears up in this particular incidence.
Why did the president wait so long to address the issues that had always been present? Was it a great white father paternalistic streak? Was it an attitude of: “I can’t address every single grievance that every minority group has in regard to their university experience”. Since he was a business leader prior to taking over the reins of Mizzou and not an academic, did he feel like he could ignore dissent amongst the ranks because he has always been able to ignore them as a president of a company? Did the
Some would have you believe that it was over the moment the athletes threatened to boycott the game. I believe that the turning point came when Gary Pinkel and the AD, Mack Rhoades decided to back the athletes. This is paramount to mutiny in a flagship institution. Which brings up the interesting question of who is in charge of the asylum; and once they have had a taste of their own powers, would the Missouri athletic department throw their weight around with the university system. The attendant question is: why did they decide on this course of action? These massively profitable institutions are not a ragtag band of ne’er do wells, there is a very strict hierarchy of command, the student athletes are at the very bottom of the hierarchy, and for the powers of the athletic department to support their cause indicates that they too saw something severely wrong with the state of Columbia Missouri. Another question is: will they, the football coach and AD, do it again?
Another interesting question is why? Why did this motivate a previously docile but potentially powerful group as the athletes decide that now is the time, this was the time? What made them risk their scholarships in support for a cause?
A friend of mine commented that money talks. Of course it does, except that in this instance, the people who leveraged that money are not boosters or wealthy alums, but the worker bees, the ones who are the labor in this particular business model.  That is extraordinary.
Georgia Tech forced the resignation of a very unpopular president by virtue of the alums turning off the faucet on their donations until the president resigned. These students don’t have near the clout of the alums, until Pinkel and Rhoades gave them that clout.
Remember that a mere five years ago, college athletes were the silent labor pool that really had no say in the governance of their own lives, let alone the governance of their universities. While the O’bannon case and the Northwestern University case may have changed some perception, the labor pool is still quite distant from being the driver of the massive economy that is college football and basketball.

The other question that pops up is whether the football and basketball athletes would ever think about throwing their newfound weight around again at the University of Missouri, throw tantrums because they wanted better shoes etc.  Not likely, these guys were enabled by their coaches and their administration. The really interesting question is if all the Power 5 football players decided to boycott the playoff games until they got paid. It could happen, it’s not likely, but it could happen.

Monday, February 9, 2015

On Dean Smith

As a grad student at Georgia Tech in the late 1980's and early 1990's, I was fortunate enough to have experienced some of the most epic basketball battles at the time when the ACC was ascendant. Tech's own Bobby Cremins, Dave Odoms, Terry Holland, Jim Valvano, Mike K, and of course Dean Smith.  each had their own style and their own strategic proclivities.  I can't say that I was a connoisseur of basketball strategy, so the ins and outs of the chess match was pretty much lost on me, but I did notice that some coaches had teams that played like their coaches behaved. Valvano's Wolfpack was fundamentally sound but a little wild and freewheeling, Cremin's Tech team was gritty, streetwise, and Brooklyn tough, Coach K's Duke was precise, martial in their mien and athletic, North Carolina was staid but surprisingly hard to pin down because of their coach.

The most aggravating thing was that they always won. Tech was always competitive against the big two of Duke and UNC, but was only occasionally successful.

Fast forward to yesterday, as I once again turn my mind to Dean Smith upon his passing, those memories came out.  I had followed the development at UNC with Dean Smith's retirement, the appointment of Bill Gutherage, the rapid ascendance and descendance of Matt Dougherty, and ultimately the hiring of Roy Williams back to the powder blue fold of UNC. I always always alightly surprised to not see Dean Smith on the sidelines of the Tarheel bench whenever I tune in now, just because he is what my memory says is the person  patrolling sidelines. As I read through the various tributes to the man and his legacy, it struck me deeply that this is a man lived a life that any worthy coach/teacher aspire to to live.

There are the usual pablum from the word for dollar schmucks like Vitale and the too smooth, too effusive comments from the ESPN talking heads.  The words that struck came from his players, his boys because they are all his boys, even as they have aged into maturity as men, they were still his boys. They behave like boys when they were with him as well.  The footage shows very large, very elegant men toeing the line, giggling nervously like little boys awaiting for their teacher to give them their approval.

The stories of how the mentor reaches out to the pupil in their times of need, far beyond their four years in Chapel Hill, affected me greatly.  This is what we aspire to as a coach, to make a difference in the lives of our charges, far beyond the short time that we spend with them while coaching them.  That relationship forged in the beauty of the game, the bittersweet efforts that is a part of the journey to excellence, the pain and heartbreak of losing, the explosive excitement of winning, is what endures. As I hear the players, James Worthy, Phil Ford, Michael Jordan, Doug Moe, George Karl, Charlie Scott, grown men, some with snow capped tops all speaking as if they were one, all professing their love for the man they credit with their lives, their identity, their whole; I begin to feel pulled towards being even more committed than ever to coaching, to teaching, to mentoring.

To be clear, it isn't the adulation of the many that inspired me, it is the realization of the effect that one person can have on so many, the responsibility for so many on the one.  The realization that one person can change lives for the better by being honest, patient, and forthright. It is also the belief that doing the right thing, as hard as it is in these days of ever changing norms, is the right thing to do.  In the middle of it all is our own compass of doing what is right, coupled directly with the courage to admit your errors and make it right.

It is and will always be hard to do things right.  Sometimes our moral compass fails us, sometimes we strike the wrong stance, but we must always persevere and learn from our mistakes because there is so much at stake.

RIP Dean Smith.  You had a great life and you have created many great lives with all the young men you have steered towards their own path.