Coach Fun's Blog
Thoughts on sports, Springsteen, and life...and a combination thereof. (What else is there?)
Sunday, February 2, 2025
Man's Two Best Friends
Wednesday, January 15, 2025
A Complete Gentleman
Wednesday, December 4, 2024
Dead To Me
College basketball season started 32 days ago. So far, around 3,500 Division-I games have been played, most of which have been televised or streamed. And I have not watched one of them. Or one minute of one of them. For most of my life, the anticipation of the start of college basketball began once the calendar hit October. It was something akin to the excitement children feel waiting for Christmas morning, with all its wonderment and special gifts. When it wasn't college basketball season, I'd fill my entertainment needs by playing or watching lacrosse, hiking, beaching, going to the theater or a comedy show, and attending a few Springsteen concerts if he was on tour. All of that was a filler of time and space, however. Like the coming attractions before a movie, or the opening act before a favorite band takes stage. Once Autumn's cool air ended the summer's heat, the countdown began, like December 1st began the countdown to Christmas and Santa Claus. But this year, there's been no countdown, no anticipation, no Christmas morning. College basketball is dead to me now. My five-month long season of joy and dedication, spanning four decades, has come to an end.
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
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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
Sunday, November 24, 2013
James Maddock's "Better On My Own"
Sunday, June 16, 2013
Father's Day (June 16)
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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.
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.
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
Friday, January 13, 2012
Why Johnny Can't Shoot
Like many of the high school basketball players I've coached over the last 17 years, Drew is as enjoyable a kid as I've ever been around. He's smart, athletic, and has a terrific work ethic. He's a player who's always eager to learn and improve; who doesn't shy away from criticism or pout when receiving a tongue lashing for not playing up to his physical and mental capabilities. That Drew is also a lacrosse player, and from all reports a stud of a player, automatically solidifies him as someone worthy of my extra attention.
Drew's not loquacious by any means. If anything, he's more on the shy side, which may seemingly clash up against his athletic 6'5” frame. Physically he's got an uncanny look and build similar to center Rony Seikaly of old Syracuse fame, masking a personality likened more to genius nerd Sheldon from The Big Bang Theory. But when Drew does open his mouth, his words usually blend a unique mix of self-deprecation, unpredictability, and subtle sarcasm, like there's a good chance he's only a fraternity pledge away from turning into a John Belushi from Animal House.
But like nearly every high schooler I've coached on the basketball court, Drew drives me nuts on almost a daily basis. He has made an art form out of being consistently inconsistent. One day he'll pull down rebounds like Dwight Howard and on the next day like Howard the Duck. On Monday he'll finish shots going to his right and his left, high side and baseline, and on Tuesday he'll throw up more bricks than a masonry worker on any given day. And his free throw shooting is no different.
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".