Showing posts with label sports. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sports. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Exercise


Dad was a great athlete. He was the state champ in wrestling, played football in college, ran marathons and rode his bike. To this day, he still gets on his bike and rides but now that bike is in his bedroom. He is a great example of hard work and taking care of the body that you have.

One time when I was in high school, Dad came to wrestling practice. I thought that since I was in shape and practicing every day that I would be able to do anything, use any move, and pin him with ease. But to my surprise he was so strong and my thought of a quick pin were short lived. I don’t remember how it all turned, but I am sure I didn’t get the pin that I thought that I would.

Once Dad asked me to help him coach Matt’s football team. I was married and it was fun to spend time with him. Teri and I still talk about when we went down to the Sun Bowl in St. George with this team and how much fun we had.
--David

Sunday, May 23, 2010

When the Saints play


I know my Grandpa likes football. When I played football last year, he held special practices for me and Jared to get extra practice. Grandpa likes to watch football games too. He always tells me that we can only watch football on Sunday if the Saints are playing. So according to Grandpa the Saints must play every Sunday.
--Brandon

Friday, May 21, 2010

Coach Mills





My father was a great football coach. He coached football for the right reasons. He was not in it for himself, he already had enough self-esteem. He coached for the boys. He used the moments he had coaching football to teach me and many other boys some valuable lessons in life. The lessons he taught were 1) commitment -- you had to be at practice every day 2) this is a team game -- people are counting on you so you need to perform 3) don't quit -- get up when you have been knocked on your butt, even if you are tired 4) effort matters -- when you extend more effort you get to celebrate more often 5) fundamentals -- learn the basics really well and it will form a good foundation for the future 6) no nepotism -- I was not shown any favoritism for being the coach's son -- I didn't get the glory positions of QB or running back -- I played center and some nose guard.

One of the the most important football lesson my father taught me is that everyone is important. My Dad was not the type to yell and scream, and play only the "good" players. Long before there was a 10 play rule in little league football my Dad instituted one of his own because of an early mistake in his coaching career. That mistake was not playing one player but only a couple of plays in a game. I remember my father breaking down in tears as he apologized to that player upon realizing his mistake after the game. He promptly came home and phoned the player's parents and apologized to them too. He promised it would not happen again and before it became a league rule my Dad made it a rule of his own.

I remember the good times of stopping by for a Slurpee after a hot practice with pads in August. Or riding home in the back of the truck to cool off on the way home. I have many good memories of the time on my Dad's teams.

The learning continued even after I quit playing. My Dad loved football so much that he continued to coach even when he did not have any sons playing. Brian and I each had the opportunity to be an assistant coach with my Dad for one season. What a great opportunity that was to continue the bonding between father and son.

I know I am not the only one who thought my Dad was a great coach. Whenever I run into any former teammates they always ask about Dad and they always tell how they still think of him after all these years.

Besides being a success in using football to teach lessons my Dad was also a success with his win-loss record. Winning was not the most important thing to my father but we did win many games. I know we had several seasons where we lost only 1 or 2 games. I also know that we won one mini bowl and took second place in another mini bowl.


Nice pants Dad.

--Matt

Sunday, May 16, 2010

Football


Dad coached my brothers in football. I remember going to practice with him when Brian and Matthew were in Pee Wee football and Dad was the coach. I would be allowed to use Dad’s 8mm camera and take game film for him. I remember watching football games with him on Sundays. I remember going with him to football games at the high school when my brothers were on the high school team, and talking with Dad about the game. I love to talk to Dad about the game of football, and I have a lot of great memories about football and Dad.
--Marilyn

Football with Grandpa




A few years ago Grandpa decided that he would take all the boys to a Utah Blaze game. Grandpa made the night really special by treating me to my favorite restaurant -- Crown Burger. I had a great time with Grandpa, my dad, and all my boy cousins. We yelled really loud and I think our cheering helped the Blaze to win. Happy birthday Grandpa, I love you.
--Jared

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Dedicated Athlete


Deseret News Marathon 1979

Nowadays, Dad has a real struggle getting around. However, before his leg started giving out on him, he was a very dedicated athlete. As many of you know, he was a state wrestling champion. He was also on the state all star football team. I obviously was not born when he was in high school and was not a witness to any of those events. But from what I have heard, my Dad's athletic skill was widely known.

However, I was witness to at least one post high school athletic performance by my Dad. I don't recall what year it was, but I think it was while I was in high school which would be in the early 70s. At that time, Dad had dedicated himself to running. He decided that he was going to run a marathon. He signed up for the Brigham City Marathon which ran from the west of the city into the city itself. I have no recollection some 30 years later as to what his finishing time was. But I know for a fact that he finished that first marathon in Brigham City. If I remember right, he ran other marathons as well. But I surely can say that I was most proud to see him finish that first marathon. And, he continues to remind us kids, when he gets on his bike every day, that although he may not be as strong as he used to be, that he has not given up the will to fight the good fight and to finish the race.
--Mike