Of the ten players suspended by Lake Oswego football coach Steve Coury, one quit.
Team building is a complicated business. Do it right and you can let out the rope. Coach Coury has been doing it right for decades. He knows when to let out the discipline rope, and when to tighten it.
When he or one of his coaches smelled the scent of roasting marijuana late one night during a team bonding camp, he waited until morning to reel in the line.
He asked the group around the lit joint to stand up. Ten guys stood and ten guys got suspended. In The Oregonian’s report, one of the ten quit the team. This is for him and anyone thinking of quitting a team.
Dear High School Team Member,
Whether you’re the star player or a scrub, the time for being on a team is short. Sure it seems long, like it’ll never end some days. You might get tired of being run over, of smelling your pads, or tired of the spot on your forehead your helmet rubs raw.
Maybe you’re tired of getting hurt, tired of icing up, tired of the hits you didn’t see coming. Do you remember the difference between being hurt and being injured? Injured can’t play, hurt can.
Even on the best of teams some people feel it’s not for them and can’t wait for it to end. For others, it’s the best time of their lives. Say that as an adult among other adults and you’ll hear ‘Oh, you’re one of those,’ or, ‘I’m glad you found time to grow up.’
What they really mean is they’ve never experienced the feelings of being on a good team with good friends, guys you’ve known since grade school, guys you run through the ribbons with at the beginning of games.
You can look back from thirty, or forty, or fifty, and the years of football seem far, far, away. Old NFL players say it feels like they’ve lived two lives, during football life, and after football life. And these guys played in high school, college and the pros.
From sixty years out high school football has never been more important to this boomer. Your teammates are who you hand with at every high school reunion. They are the guys you remember and the guys whose friendship matters most.
Ten Lake Oswego players suspended for weed isn’t the worst thing that could have happened. Not so long ago rumors of weed would get you tossed for good, not suspended. Seeds and weed gear were once a ticket to jail.
My question to the kid at LO who quit: Why put yourself in jail by quitting? Take your suspension and come back better instead of hanging the quitter medal around your neck.
For example, my sophomore year in high school I got a shoulder injury halfway through the season. It was the end of my year. It was horrible. I wasn’t done yet, but doctor’s orders said otherwise.
I hung around practice the next week. I’d played enough varsity for my letter, so the week after I didn’t go to practice. The coach figured I’d quit the team so he didn’t give me my letter at the end of season awards ceremony.
He hung the quitter tag on me and I didn’t quit. I was injured but it didn’t matter.
By senior season my teammates and I were ready for a great year. There’s something about going 0-18 for two years that makes the last one special.
To be sure I was ready all season long I got my ankles taped for the first time. Because I didn’t split the tape in back, an edge dug into my heel folds on both feet and carved hunks of flesh out where skin was supposed to be. Of course it got infected and spread until my feet looked like I soaked them in a Yellowstone National Park boiling pool.
I hid the injuries, remembering sophomore year and the quitter tag. Every day was an ordeal of hiding out, taping up, and sucking up more pain than I’ve ever felt.
That was my senior year, a season of grinding agony that left scars. I started every game. If we’d had anyone better than a half-crippled nose tackle, they would have played.
I look back and see why I should have quit, and every time I do I’m glad I didn’t. No one remembers my injury or how slow I was, but they do remember we finally won games. We were winners in a tradition of losing, and the classes that came after us also learned to win.
That’s what sports do, kid. You learn to win the right way, lose the right way, and get ready and try again. Quitting now might seem like a good idea, like the right thing to do, but reconsider. Don’t be ‘that guy.’
Quit on your team today and it’ll be easier to quit on more things later. Quit making an effort, quit caring, quit college, quit on marriage, quit on your wife and kids. It’s out there in the future, but these are all things you’ll find it easy to quit on. People do it all the time.
You don’t have to quit. Why not show how much you’ve learned in so short a time by taking the fair, or unfair, punishment brought down by the code of conduct pledge you signed. Take it in stride and find a way to make a difference with your teammates.
If you bail, they’re no longer your teammates. They’ll be your ex-teammates and you’ll be the guy who quit, who couldn’t take it.
From here I can tell you’re no quitter. You found a way to play for one of the great coaches in the entire state. Help him make a difference by abiding by his rules. You’re an elite athlete son, why not act like one. You’ve got a season, however shortened, to make your mark.
Get your uniform back and take out any frustrations on your opponents. You’ll thank me later.
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