What a great night it was two years previous when we played the perfect game against that same team beating them in the final fifteen seconds.
We were a different team two years ago. The same individual players but, with a different coach.
While we didn’t have the fastest runners (although Van Dusen was pretty fast), or the biggest linemen, our strength lay in our coach.
I couldn’t tell you what it was about him. All I know is I’ve never felt such an intense desire to please another person as I did for him. We all felt that way.
Without even realizing it we learned that the other players on the team team were as important – maybe even more important, than ourselves. He formed us into a beautiful machine designed to work hard and to work well but only in conjunction with everyone else. Like cogs and wheels inside a swiss army watch.
Maybe this is the quality that makes a good team great. I wouldn’t say our team was great. But we had a certain ‘greatness’ because of these shared qualities.
Continued: There were no glory boys …