Luke Falk shared a Mike Leach story that stopped me cold:
Two kids. One rich. One poor.
Every training camp, Coach Leach told his team about these 2 kids.
The rich kid has two choices.
Get soft. Get entitled. Expect everything handed to him because he was handed more.
Or take the resources, the coaching, the opportunities, and compound them into something greater.
The poor kid has two choices too.
Say nobody gave him anything. Blame the world. Make his circumstances the reason he never became what he could have been.
Or outwork everyone in the room.
Luke said the locker room had both. Kids from wealth. Kids from nothing. Kids with every advantage. Kids who scraped for every inch.
Same choice for all of them.
Ownership or victimhood.
Fuel or excuse.
The rich kid can waste the head start or build on it.
The poor kid can drown in the deficit or weaponize it.
Greatness doesn't come from where you start.
It comes from which kid you choose to feed.
Credit to @coachlukefalk for continuing to share golden nuggets about Coach’s legacy
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Via ESPN Research: Under TJ Otzelberger, Iowa State is now 5-3 against teams ranked in the top two of the AP poll. No head coach in the country has more top-two wins than Otzelberger over that span.
The Flight Home I was flying home from my dad’s funeral. I was a wreck. I was sitting in the middle seat. I couldn't stop sniffling. The man next to me, a big guy in a business suit, put down his laptop. "Rough week?" he asked gently. "My dad died," I said. He didn't say "I'm sorry." He pulled out a deck of cards. "Do you know how to play Gin Rummy?" he asked. "Yeah," I said. "My dad taught me." "Good," he said. "I'm tired of working. Play with me?" We played cards for three hours. We laughed. We argued about the rules. For three hours, I wasn't a grieving daughter. I was just a card player. When we landed, he handed me the deck. "Keep 'em," he said. "Teach your kids." I looked at his business card later. He was the CEO of a major tech company. He could have worked. He chose to play cards with a stranger. Time is the greatest gift you can give.
The mistake parents make when it comes to youth sports:
The athletes you see obsessed with getting better? That didn’t come from a parent. That comes from within, when interest and talent align & they get captured by the pursuit
Parents trying to force that work ethic backfires
Anonymous :
I drive Uber for a living. Usually, people just stare at their phones.
Last night was different.
I picked up a passenger at the Emergency Room entrance. He slid into the backseat and slumped against the door.
I looked in the mirror. He wasn't on his phone. He was weeping. Shoulders shaking, silent tears.
I turned the music off.
"You doing okay back there?" I asked.
He took a deep, shaky breath. "My wife passed away an hour ago. I have to go home and tell our children."
My stomach dropped.
I pulled the car over. I canceled the ride on my phone.
"We aren't going home yet," I told him.
"What?" he asked, wiping his eyes.
"You can't walk in the door like this," I said. "You need a minute."
I drove him to a dark spot by the lake. I put it in park.
"Take your time," I said.
I stepped out of the car to give him privacy.
I heard him scream. I heard him hit the seat. I let him get all that anger and pain out of his system.
Thirty minutes later, he rolled down the window. He looked exhausted, but he had stopped crying.
"I'm ready," he nodded.
I drove him to his driveway. He tried to hand me a fifty.
"No," I said. "Order takeout for the kids. Don't worry about cooking."
He looked at me. "Thank you. I needed to fall apart so I could hold it together for them."
Sometimes the best route isn't the fastest one.
For youth sports: It does not matter how good a kid is at a sport until after they go through puberty.
There is no such thing as an 11 year old sports star.
Do not over-index on early promise.
Focus on exploration, fun, and cultivating interests. Not performance.
One of the greatest risks of modern times is that we numb ourselves to death. There’s so much more to life than staring at a screen. If you want to feel alive, then you need to live. Date. Run. Learn a language. Write. Join a band. Garden. Put yourself out there. Do cool shit.
Integrity is the alignment of your thoughts, words, and actions.
Integrity is the basis of your character and reputation. Integrity is the mark of a true leader.
Absolutely worth three minutes of your time.
Dan Lanning with a lot of really poignant thoughts on the Charlie Kirk assassination.
"The US could learn a lot from our locker room... You walk in that locker room you've got guys of different races, backgrounds, religions, and you've got a team that loves each other."
H/T @MattPrehm for the question
Many people run too fast on their recovery days. Especially on HS teams
The top kid sets the pace. So those who are motivated & want to be good, latch on to them
The top kid may be recovering. But most of the rest aren't
On recovery days, let kids know it's okay to go slow