Coach Fun's Blog
Thoughts on sports, Springsteen, and life...and a combination thereof. (What else is there?)
Wednesday, October 23, 2024
Officially Done
Thursday, September 12, 2024
The Ghost of Bruce Springsteen
I had put my convertible top down about a mile ago. After the four hour drive in the midday sun, it was cool enough now to allow the feel of the outdoor air and the pre-set sun. My GPS showed one more stoplight and a half mile to go before I'd come to Kingsley Street. I shuffled my car stereo player to Bruce's "Darkness On The Edge Of Town" and skipped to the third track, Something In The Night. My memory flashed back 22 summers ago to 2002, when my best friend and fellow Springsteen fanatic Mike and I did the same thing. The difference being it was a cassette tape we popped in and not a cd. We had to stop at the beginning of the street before we could proceed, waiting to hit the right spot on the cassette tape before we pressed play. On this day, by myself, the timing was perfect, there was no waiting.
Monday, August 3, 2015
A Final Lap
Cav & Me (1984) |
And maybe everything that dies someday comes back"
- Bruce Springsteen (Atlantic City)
When Justin invited me to rejoin the Westfield Cranx lacrosse team after playing elsewhere the previous two years, the thought of returning had to that point never entered my mind. But after he put it out there, nothing made more sense to me.
Monday, August 4, 2014
E Street Lacrosse
After 28 seasons of playing summer lax with the Westfield Cranx team, the need for a change in venue and the chance to play with a new group of players became unavoidable. As great as the Cranx franchise was, and as much as I loved playing with truly awesome guys and many lifelong friends over the years, looking for a new playing experience was something that simply became inevitable.
It'll be just like what Bruce Springsteen did, I told myself. Just another little experience about my life I can compare to my hero, I thought...besides the whole rockstar/millionaire/world famous thing, of course. When Bruce went on the road for the 1993 Lucky Town/Human Touch tour, he did so without the E Street Band. Instead, a new group of audition-picked musicians took their place; Bruce's need for a fresh approach fueled his decision making:
"You can get to a place where you start to replay the ritual and nostalgia creeps in" he explained. "I decided it was time to mix it up. I just had to cut it loose a little bit so I could have something new to bring to the table."
Sunday, November 24, 2013
James Maddock's "Better On My Own"
Sunday, June 16, 2013
Father's Day (June 16)
John S. Funaro (1923 - June 16, 1999) |
When it comes to music videos, Bruce only rarely (compared to the vast amount of songs in his catalog) makes them. My guess is that he's keenly aware that most of his songs become personal to his fans in this autobiographical way. And I'm sure he doesn't want his songs detracting from that interpersonal connection by showing just his interpretations of them. Aside from the conspicuously forbidden lust video "I'm On Fire", Bruce's videos usually involve him singing with his guitar, and simply a myriad of atmospheric backgrounds. Instead of visuals he lets his lyrics take care of the cinematography.
When I made my own video to the song "When I'm Gone", I didn't have the luxury of letting my songwriting do the talking for me. So instead, I used Brian Vander Ark's beautifully written lyrics and music and made them my own in my mind's eye. Taking a page out of the same playbook Springsteen follows, Vander Ark allows the listener to extract his own personalized interpretation to the song. And like so many of Bruce's songs, "Brilliant Disguise", "My Beautiful Reward", "The Promise" to name just a few, "When I'm Gone" became not just the artist's thoughts, but mine as well.
Tuesday, April 30, 2013
Tuesday, March 19, 2013
Go Badgers! (I think)
When Coach Knight's teams were in the NCAA's, there was never a question about it. Indiana it was, all the way! From IU's national championship team in 1987 to their awful first round loss to Richmond in '89 (which I blame for the four car accident I caused the next day). From my month long depression over the '92 Final Four loss to the devastating injury to Alan Henderson in '93, which almost certainly is the reason why Coach Knight has three national championships instead of four. From the '80's to 2000, March meant the Indiana Hoosiers. Every other team be damned.
Ditto for Texas Tech. Through five NCAA appearances and with underwhelming talent, it was "Guns Up" for the Red Raiders all the way. If I had a son who played for a school competing against one of Knight's team, it would be a no-brainer. I'd root for the General. If my kid wasn't good enough to play for Coach Knight, then that's his fault. My loyalty came first to Knight. My son came afterward.
But since Coach Knight's retirement five years ago, the next best team I enjoyed most has been Wisconsin, and I've followed and rooted for them ever since. I consider UW my de facto favorite, and the team I've most wanted to cut down the championship nets. But the way this year's bracket is set up, it's brought me some unprecedented problems. Hence my dilemma...
Sunday, March 3, 2013
Basket Blame
I hadn't laughed that hard all season long. And with the comical cast of characters on this year's basketball team, that's certainly saying a lot. We may not have the smartest or most talented group of players ever comprised on a high school team, but we probably could compete as one of the funniest.
There's Zack, whose impersonations are limited to just two, but are spot on. If you closed your eyes, you'd think Chewbaca was bellowing at you. Or that you were being ordered to get into the chopper by Arnold Schwarzenegger.
Kevin's usually good for a few laughs a day, from flexing his non-existent muscles to shouting out "Shooter!" before launching his own jumpshot, which usually results in one of two things: either hitting nothing but air or almost breaking the backboard.
And then we have Josh, who persistently tries everyday to dunk the ball, but looks more like a 5-year boy reaching to catch a seagull flying by on the beach. He'll never come close to getting it, but that doesn't stop him from trying. Which leaves all onlookers laughing out loud.
Sunday, January 20, 2013
The Price of Expression
My less than favorable opinion of Tebow stems from his religious beliefs. Not for what they are but for how he chooses to express them. I don't think anybody questions the sincerity and conviction of Tim's christian beliefs. From what we've learned about Tebow, he's devout in his faith and his charitable and missionary work is quite commendable.
In work and deed, I admire him. When it comes to his spoken word however, not so much. Anytime a camera or a microphone is upon Tebow for strictly football reasons, he will always use it as an opportunity to evangelize. A question about the game? Tebow will first respond by thanking his Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. Want to give God some free advertising? Paste eye-black stickers on your face with biblical scripture passage numbers written on them. Want millions to watch you repeatedly pray to the Almighty? Strike a genuflecting pose on the football field sideline. And even though there's nothing new or unique about said pose, trademark "Tebowing" as your own. God bless America and its copyright ownership laws.
Saturday, December 22, 2012
'Twas A Night In October
To Hartford, Connecticut Cindy and I made our way...
We left around 2 on a warm autumn day
And took 91-South singing Bruce all the way
It doesn't get any better for Cindy and me
Than a Bruce Springsteen concert, and the pit, hopefully
The XL Center was tonight's concert setting
We wanted pit tickets, we were hoping, we were betting
We got there by 3, good timing we thought
But Cindy had forgotten the band-aids she brought
So back to the car she goes while I wait
She's a pain in the neck, but still the best Springsteen date
We'll sing, dance, and cheer tonight, when our hero appears
Like we've done many times over the last ten years...
Sunday, October 14, 2012
James Maddock vs. Bruce Springsteen
Now compared to the JFK assassination conspiracy, and Pluto not being a planet after all, this declaration is not much of a great, historical revelation. But for the five or six friends and family members who read this incredibly unpopular blog, that statement I'm sure comes as quite a shock. If Jesus Christ is the savior of my soul, then Bruce Springsteen certainly is runner-up.
Two weeks ago, a slightly lesser known and much more under-appreciated songwriter and musician named James Maddock left me with the same feeling I get upon leaving a Springsteen show: A high no drug could duplicate, a soul-stirring warmth no religious sermon could top, and a refreshing, optimistic perspective on life so desperately needed for a lonely and boring middle-aged man living an existence of banality between Boss concerts and basketball seasons.
Saturday, May 12, 2012
A Mother's Day Wish
Mom knows as well as anybody, what are without a doubt my two biggest passions. One, of course, is basketball. Ever since I was six years old, not a day has gone by where I wasn't either playing basketball, watching basketball, coaching basketball, or thinking basketball. As a kid, I'd willingly shovel the driveway during the winter, not for Dad, not our driveway, but the driveway next door, because they had a basketball hoop where I could shoot when I was finished. Though my childhood NBA dreams faded quickly, I still played through high school, and later became a Park & Rec, and then a high school coach.
Monday, March 12, 2012
Bruce Springsteen's "Rocky Ground"
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
The Art of Dan
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
A Lesson From Coach K
Sunday, September 11, 2011
Sneakers, September, and Springsteen
September has always been one of those defining months of the calender year. It lets us know that the summer days are coming to an end and our vacationing days are over for awhile. September tells us that school is back in session and trips to the beach are long gone until next year. Whether it's you as a teenager or as a parent, early mornings bring with it the traffic of school buses and cooler temperatures. And at the risk of exposing myself as someone who has watched a "chick-flick" or two over the years, I can't help but feel similar to Tom Hanks' character in You've Got Mail when he says that still, as an adult, "the fall makes me want to go out and buy school supplies."
Thursday, August 4, 2011
A Bronx Slap Shot
After a recent lacrosse game, I was chided by teammates Ben McCarthy and Andy Liptak when I admitted that I had never seen the movie Slap Shot. At least not from start to finish, and only in a version edited for television.
The reaction from my two friends ranged from disbelief to palpable indignation.
"Are you kidding me? What's wrong with You?!" Ben says.
"What are you, some kind of fascist, sacrilegious, anti-American, troglodyte (or words to that effect)?" Lippy asks.
The topic came up during discussions on everyday things, like nuclear physics and the role of cultural differences upon modern global ethics.
"I've got a lot of talent" Ben says to me. "And I'm not talking about lacrosse, either. You have no idea the talents I possess." I nodded in a "I don't doubt it" fashion, and asked if he had ever seen the movie A Bronx Tale. Both he and Lippy said no, and now I'm the one making accusations of fascism and sacrilege. I explain how Ben's comments reminded me of the theme behind this classic movie's repeated mantra, Robert Deniro claiming "The saddest thing in life is wasted talent".
Monday, July 11, 2011
What the F*#@!?
Friday, June 17, 2011
There's No "I" In Nowitzki
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
A Few (Less) Good Men
Saturday, October 31, 2009
You can take Jimmy Chitwood
Even if you’ve seen Hoosiers several times, you’d be hard-pressed to remember the names of most of those players, including the one who quickly established to Coach Dale and the viewing audience the all-encompassing theme of the movie: Against all odds…the Cinderella story…David vs. Goliath.
A commonality among most of the best films ever made is how the theme of the movie carries the story, and its characters, though essential, make up the background setting that propel that theme, not the other way around.
Saturday, October 17, 2009
The Responsibility of a Coach
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Victory Favors the Team Making the Fewest Mistakes
Hall of Fame basketball coach Bob Knight has had a sign in his team’s locker room since he began coaching at Army in the 1960’s and that sign is still present in his Texas Tech locker room in 2007. It simply reads: Victory Favors the Team That Makes the Fewest Mistakes.
You won't hear any disparaging remarks coming from me when the subject of Coach Knight is brought up. What I’ve learned from Knight about not only basketball and competition, but about character and integrity, I could talk about for hours. But as a coach and player, there are no words in my opinion, that say more about being able to compete in any team sport, better than these nine words.