Life-Lessons Learned From Playing Sports

Few experiences in life were more beneficial to me than the lessons learned from competing in high school track and field. Other learning experiences came from my earlier involvement with baseball and later mid-life involvement with tennis. Most revelations were of the positive kind; a few were not, of course. My two track events in high school were the high and the low hurdles.

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I am the proud possessor of two gold track medals and a bronze! No, they are not from running track at the Olympics, but from my 1958 senior year in track at San Mateo High School! Yes, I know, the gulf between such accolades is immense, but those awards, nevertheless, mean a great deal to me because of life-lessons learned along the athletic path leading to May 9, 1958 when they were handed to me by our high school track coach. That little “ceremony” took place on the infield of Burlingame High School’s track, the site of our Peninsula League meet finals that afternoon.

On that day, the San Mateo High Bearcats pulled off a most surprising local sports upset by defeating the heavily-favored Burlingame Panthers for the league track and field title. Every team member was awarded a gold medal for the team victory. The other gold is the one that means the most to me, for it symbolizes my victory in the league meet over the best high-hurdlers from the other schools in our league. It remains one of my most prized possessions. The bronze medal was awarded for finishing third in the low hurdles final. Overall, I had a very good senior year in track in 1958.

The 120 yard high hurdles race was run over ten 39 inch barriers spaced ten yards apart. At the Olympic level, the race is an equivalent 110 meters over ten 42 inch barriers – a height well above most people’s navel. The world record in the 110 meter high hurdles is just under 13 seconds, today – a phenomenal feat of speed and athleticism.

Early Experiences in Sport – Everyone Can Relate

I recall that my first insights regarding athletics came from schoolyard days at Lomita Park School in Millbrae, California, beginning in grade three. Do you remember playing kick-ball and dodge-ball? I do, and it was on the schoolyard while playing these recess games that I first realized that some kids are blessed with “natural” athletic ability, some kids are hopelessly uncoordinated, and the rest of us fall somewhere in the “great middle.”

Although reasonably coordinated, I recall my frustration with kick-ball as the ball squirted off my foot at an angle and low to the ground, kick after kick. I also recall the towering shots that inevitably came off the foot of a female classmate, Lela Mae. I can still picture her: Slightly pudgy, with freckled cheeks, hair in hanging ringlets, and a booming foot that regularly sent the ball over the outfielders for home-runs. Likewise in dodge-ball: When Lela Mae tagged you with the ball, it really stung! Donald, another classmate, also seemed so much better than the rest of us in these events.

Throughout grade school, I was never the first to be chosen for P.E. or recess teams; luckily, I was not one of the last, either! Thus it was with early grade school athletic experiences. I did begin to notice, however, that when the P.E. teacher had us run sprint races, I was inevitably one of the two or three fastest in the class.

In Junior High, the recess sport was tetherball. Once again, I was embedded in the upper region of the “great middle” (of the pack), no match for a few taller, well-developed boys who, with one initial punch on the ball, could watch bemusedly as the rest of us haplessly flailed at the ball to keep it from winding completely around the pole in one “hit.”

High School Baseball: Can Field Some, but Can’t Hit

In high school, I tried out for freshman/sophomore baseball and got a uniform, but rarely played. I came to high school baseball with no real playing experience except hours spent in the backyard playing “catch” with playmates or with my dad in earlier years. Initially, I excelled at one thing as an aspiring outfielder: When coach would hit us long fly-balls in practice, I was quick to run up on the ball…only to realize far too late that it was sailing over my head! Quite embarrassing, initially, but I did catch-on and became a decent outfielder. I was a lousy hitter, however – a sure ticket to the bench. Despite my lack of baseball accomplishments, I learned about team sports and what is required of a good ballplayer. I know that Coach Alexander was impressed with my hustle and attitude in practice; my good example, not my inherent ability, was what earned me a uniform.

The High-Jump and, Finally, the Hurdles to the Rescue

At the end of sophomore year, I got in the habit of stopping by the track team’s high-jump pit on the way in to the locker room after baseball practice. I found I could clear close to five feet using the outmoded scissors-kick style I had learned as a youngster from my dad. I became interested and arranged for an informal “try-out” one afternoon with the track and field coach, Berny Wagner. I impressed him by clearing five feet in my tennies and sweat-pants. We both thought I had a future in the high-jump on next year’s track team. Accordingly, I went out for the cross-country team that fall term to build my legs and my endurance. It was no surprise to me that I was regularly bringing-up-the-rear in our meets since distance running was never a strong point. I was in it strictly for the conditioning and track, but I worked hard at it. I recall one race which took us past a pig farm in South San Francisco. What an experience, gasping for breath only to run directly into a fog of pig stench! It was awful, but humorous… in hindsight!

While running cross-country, I worked on high-jumping technique and learned to run hurdles since that that exercise was supposed to build leg-strength and “spring.” Well, what “spring” I did  have deserted me, and I never was able to clear five feet again in the high jump to Coach Wagner’s dismay (never indicated) and my bitter disappointment.

Fortunately, I began to be seduced by the hurdles, especially the highs, and it all was making perfect sense. I had good foot-speed, but not good enough to compete as a sprinter: Those were the guys who always won those grade school P.E. races and naturally found their way to the track team in high school. Sprinters often have a more muscular build which is not conducive to negotiating ten 39 inch barriers…at speed. I also was tall, lanky, and limber through the hips – prime attributes for a high hurdler. I did face tough competition from sprinter-types in the low hurdles, however, where technique and limber hips are not so necessary.

I grew to love running the high hurdles where the rhythmic three-steps between the ten hurdles allows the runner to really find his “groove” in the race when all is going well. When things go bad in the hurdles, they can go very bad. Hitting one of the weighted hurdles (they do not tip easily) with any significant force can knock the runner off-balance or cause him to lose momentum and his ability to maintain the three steps between hurdles. At that point, the runner is “toast” and the race us lost. Often, runners fall to the track after a collision with the barriers and are in danger of being spiked by the runners in adjacent lanes. And then there is the not- uncommon discovery at the finish line of a bloody “knob” on the trailing-leg knee from contact with a hurdle. Hurdling is not for the faint-of-heart.

One poster-child (among many) illustrating the lurking disaster in every hurdles race is Lolo Jones from team USA, one of the Olympic favorites in the women’s intermediate hurdles event a couple of Games back in time. She had a comfortable lead in the event finals when she jammed one of the very last hurdles with her lead foot, causing her to lose momentum and finish just out of the medal awards. That was such a hard race to watch for an ex-hurdler! One learns early that sports can be a cruel companion; an attitude is necessary which can maturely handle not only the “agony of defeat,” but that great imposter, “the thrill of victory.”

The Good News / Bad News / Good News… for Me

The good news: I was enjoying hurdles practice and felt compatible with the demands of the event, especially in the high hurdles. I felt I had a chance!

The bad news: In my junior year, my first competitive year in track, San Mateo High had three of the very best high hurdlers in the entire league. Our star hurdler, Bob Kile, was a natural athlete with speed who was also tops in the pole-vault and a star halfback on the varsity football team. Dale Lebeck was a fine broad jumper as well as hurdler. Al Holmes was one of the best high jumpers in the league. It was a learning year for me. I placed third in the hurdles once or twice when a lane was available, but I learned a lot watching these three fine athletes practice and compete.

The good news: All three of these hurdlers were seniors who would not be returning next year!! I saw my chance, and I threw myself, heart and soul, into becoming a good hurdler. I practiced hard and late during sixth-period P.E. and after school. Often, I walked home from school – probably a mile and a half to two miles – after two tiring hours on the track. I read books on hurdling technique, and I did stretching exercises every evening before bedtime. I fantasized about being league champion someday as I mowed our back lawn. Basically, I lived an existence heavily focused on track which has allowed me, ever since, to fully appreciate the intensity and focus which is necessary for competition at the Olympic Games. Of course, I have no illusions about the magnitude of my high school experience compared to that of the Olympic Games, but the lessons I learned taught me about self-discipline, perseverance, and dedication to a goal. I learned, too, that year, how socially beneficial athletic success can be. In those days, track and field was quite a popular sport, and my hurdling brought me to the attention of classmates who were outside of my closer circle – an experience that was new to me given my athletic struggles of the past. It all made for a wonderful senior year. Would that all youngsters could have a similar experience and learn the life-lessons that I did because of track.


The San Mateo Times Sports Page, May 10, 1958


The San Mateo High School “Elm” of 1958

I owe my success in track to our track coach, Berny Wagner, who passed away last year. Coach Wagner positively affected my life more than any other teacher/educator in all my formative years.


I intend to write more about Coach Wagner in a future post. Suffice it to say, his inscription in my senior yearbook just before graduation illustrates the kind of mentor he was to the fortunate lads who crossed his coaching path …in high school and, ultimately, at Oregon State University. The “greatest thrills” in his coaching career were still to come!

College Football Today: Running Toward the Wrong Goal

An article in this morning’s local paper has determined my blog-subject for this week. For some who are football fans, my take on the state of college football will ring true; others will disagree. For those of you who do not follow football, the issues involved and the lessons to be learned from the discussion apply to many of our social and governmental struggles.

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The problem in college athletics is MONEY. Yes, the corrosive influence of MONEY is polluting yet another aspect of our lives (see my blog of 8-11-13, The Best Government Money Can Buy? Follow the Money!).

The article which appeared on the sports pages of this morning’s paper is headlined, “FAN UPROAR KEEPS GAME IN BERKELEY.” What game? No less than one of the great rivalries in college football, the so-called “BIG GAME” which has been played virtually every year with few breaks since 1892 between Stanford University and the University of California at Berkeley!

Yes, this has long been a truly BIG game. Until several years ago when Stanford replaced venerable old Stanford Stadium with a modern, downsized version, all of its 80,000 seats were occupied every other year when Cal came to town by fans who reveled in the rivalry. Perhaps you have heard of “THE PLAY” which occurred in the final seconds of the 1982 BIG GAME at Cal; it was replayed over the national networks for days because it was undoubtedly the greatest/most unbelievable/zaniest play in the history of football. I am sure you can still find it on the internet. It is worth your time and trouble. I mention it because it typifies the uniqueness of this game and this particular rivalry. Anything can – and does –happen in the BIG GAME.

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           Postcard addressed to Pennsylvania postmarked Nov.14, 1904 at Palo Alto, Ca. w/ 1904 BIG GAME score: Stanford 18, Cal 0     

 If Not At Berkeley’s New Stadium –Where?

What was the proposed alternative to playing this game next year in Cal’s just-completed, on-campus, 474 million dollar stadium/facilities renovation? How about the NFL San Francisco 49ers’ expensive, grand stadium now under construction in nearby Santa Clara? This new stadium is at least 40 miles south of San Francisco (they will still be called the “San Francisco 49ers” despite the move to Santa Clara). It so happens that the new 49ers’ stadium is also located much closer to Stanford University than to the Berkeley campus of Cal who would be “hosting” the game in 2014.

Why would the athletic department and the coaching staff at Cal consider        such a ridiculous proposal? You guessed it:


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My ticket stub from the 100th BIG GAME, Nov. 22, 1997

 According to the reporting in the article, the Cal administration and the coaching staff joined the athletic department with plans to go ahead with the proposal – that is until they received an avalanche of fan protests. Amen! Cal just spent 474 million dollars renovating their Memorial Stadium and ancillary facilities, and then they would rather not play there because they can make more money playing the BIG GAME in the new 49ers facility currently under construction – near Stanford.

My goodness, how ludicrous is that?

Does it not make one ponder the likelihood that perhaps 474 million dollars was too much debt to incur in the first place by Cal in order to have a first-rate facility on-campus with which to recruit the best athletes for their program? Is that truly not “good enough” to host the BIG GAME? I have always enjoyed the high caliber of football played by Stanford and Cal within athletic programs which ostensibly had not “sold out” to the money which comes with athletic success to the detriment of fundamental academic charters. I long believed that we fans were still seeing STUDENT/athletes on the field. Now I fear that many major college and university programs are in the process of “selling-out” not only their loyal fans, but their academic missions as well.

Here Are the Indicators:

1. The aforementioned news article.

2. Huge athletic department budgets and bulging salaries for the head football coach which dwarf the academic salaries of even the most prolific faculty scholars. Although extremely well-paid, many coaches are ready to jump-ship after a brief tenure for a larger salary and a “better opportunity” at another school. This has become more than merely “professional advancement,” all at the expense of academic integrity.

3. I question the dedication of many big-time programs to the concept of true STUDENT/althetes representing their schools. I hear of too many ridiculously low graduation rates among basketball and football athletes that convey the taint of big-time, money-based college athletics. Many colleges and universities have become athletic farm systems for the NBA and the NFL. Like major league baseball, those professional sports should develop their own farm systems. I propose that college athletes be barred from the pros for four calendar years once they first take the field in college – unless they have already gotten their degree. I am tired of seeing two-year athletic wonders leave campus early for lucrative professional offers. I do not begrudge them their professional opportunity; I just do not like the pretense and the hypocrisy that would have us believe that they are in college for an education. I wonder how much studying they really did or even intended to do during those truncated college years of preparation for a pro career. How can schools run meaningful athletic programs while dealing with a revolving door which provides a quick exit to the pros?

4. The ridiculous scheduling of games, not for the convenience and enjoyment of athletes and the fans who buy expensive tickets to attend, but for the almighty TV dollar.

As an alumnus of Stanford University and a follower of Stanford football since 1960, I have witnessed the virtual extinction of the long-traditional Saturday afternoon games at Stanford Stadium. I fondly recall the sun-drenched tailgates which began in the morning under the eucalyptus trees surrounding the stadium and the building anticipation of the 2:00 kickoffs. I recall the slanting rays of the late afternoon sun over the edge of the stadium glinting off the band instruments across the way, the whole scene backed by the bright red and white sea of the Stanford student section. I fear I will not see this wonderful sight very often again because games are now often scheduled for 5:00, even 7:00 for the TV minions.

Often the ticket purchaser has to put up with TBD game times – for the scheduling benefit of the networks, of course. I am willing to bet the TBD flexibility is more than a scheduling convenience for the networks; I believe as the season unfolds, they pick and choose winning teams to televise prime-time so as to maximize their viewer-base….and their profit, of course. The implied message to the fans faced with TBD: “Just deal with it, folks!”

In the early years, the rare, nationally televised game at Stanford Stadium meant a meaningful contest was about to be played; there was an air of excitement on campus. For a long time now, that excitement has faded into the numbing realization that television means a long, drawn-out game with action on the field constantly being held during countless, long television commercials. “Just deal with it, folks!”

5. My little grandson Matthew (age 6) has been a huge Stanford fan with a fascination for Stanford’s recent, great quarterback Andrew Luck  (Grandpa has something to do with that!). I promised him I would take him to his first Stanford game this year, but I want him to experience Stanford football as it used to be, as it should be. The ticket prices today are very high, and sitting under lights at 9 pm with my grandson on a cool October evening is not what I had in mind. It is a shame that these games are not even conducive to a youngster’s proper bedtime!

Is Anyone in Charge Listening to Us, the Fans?

“You Are Running toward the Wrong Goal!”