Monday: 3 and 5…Barely

I fully admit, I grew up with a skewed view of what a football coach is. This guy. Bud Grant. Stoic; pissed off; the kind of man giants such as Carl Eller bow down to. No muss no fuss. No temper tantrums; knew the rules; grow your men mean. Watching guys like Coach Grant and Tom Landry on the sidelines of NFL teams as I grew up put in my head THAT’s what football coaches look like.

In my opinion, there are hundreds (if not thousands) of youth football coaches who could watch some old film of these legends. Cuz if they didn’t throw temper tantrums? Neither can you.

I’ve mentioned before that Bigg’s dad (four year OT starter at Iowa in his day) said that Oz’s only job this year in football is to have fun. Now is the time you instill a love for the game. Now is the time you begin to understand fundamentals and maybe recognize them here and there during games. But love of game. That’s what youth sports are for. Uhhhhhh…ringing youth coaches; please pick up youth coaches.

At the beginning of Oz’s season, head coach (HC) sent out an e-mail stating his expectations; how he’ll determine play time; scheduling notes; etc. I will say this about HC, he kept us all in the know. Weekly e-mails giving detail of the practice schedule, upcoming game schedule and locations. I for one, not knowing the difference of Brookfield East and Brookfield Central appreciated these notes. We also knew, work hard in practice, you play. Don’t, and you may not. Ok.

Bigg and I watched a very early season practice one night. HC was hanging with the linesmen and a few didn’t want to pay attention. So he yelled at them and walked away. Uhhhhh, ok. I guess that’s one way of doing it. Or maybe ‘sit your ass down until I tell you to get up and if you don’t want to practice hard that little piece of grass is your new home for the season.’ That’s how I roll. No yelling; no whining; play or sit. Establish up front. Harsh? Uhhhhh, have you met me? Lay it out there immediately, then mommy and daddy don’t have to guess why you’re not playing.

Enter game one. Oz played most of the game, offensive and defensive lines, did ok. Not great. Slow off the line, hesitant but overall not bad for his first game. And that was it. The second game went by with him getting in one play in the last minute of the game. Hmmmmm. Interesting. Next game, one or two plays at the end of the game. Hmmmmmm, time to find out what’s what. Oz and Bigg (and by Bigg I mean here was there, didn’t say a word. If Oz wanted to play, Oz needed to do the talking) met with the lines coach and asked what was going on. It seemed he wasn’t paying attention as good as he could at practice and wasn’t learning as fast as the HC wanted him to. Ok. Now we know, what do we do about it? Here’s where this guy came in…

Lines coach Courtright said something to the effect of, ‘Tell you what. I believe Oz can be a good player, a great player even. He just doesn’t have the skills or confidence right now. I can come in before practice and work with him if he’s willing to work hard.’ Boom! Someone willing to put the time in to make a difference. Coach Courtright is the Bud Grant of the junior raiders. Stern, matter of fact, but will do whatever he can personally do to see him linesmen succeed.

Week after week, Oz worked with him while he continued to sit the sidelines. Oz stayed positive, started paying closer attention during the games, cheered on good plays and supported his team. Although my frustration was growing at his not playing, I am proud of the way he handled it. And he stayed glued to coach Courtright. No fucking off and it worked. The second to last game (we were in Lithuania) Oz was listed as one of the Captain’s and won a coveted Crunch bar award for hard work after the game. (Three Crunch bars were given post game for hard work.) At last weekend’s game, he played probably half the time. Did good and had a kick ass block the last play of the game.

Because of coach Courtright, Oz’s first football season was a complete success. We owe him so much and are so thankful and appreciative for his added help and influence for Oz.

Unfortunately, all were not as lucky. Many kids went the entire season getting in on one or two plays a game. A few of the kids screamed at the HC during a game and still stayed in the game. (Uh, little dude? You even think about raising your voice or giving me lip during a game and I Lou Holtz your ass off the field and send you straight to your mommy and you’re done. DONE!) HC was often seen throwing his hat to the ground in frustration; raising his hands to the sky in a WHYYYYYYYYY motion; and his screaming jumped the shark about 3 minutes into each game.

The last practice of the year saw one assistant coach (HC was away on business) get so mad he took the equipment off the field and went home, leaving his kid behind. Uhhhh, what? You what? Wait a minute, let me get this straight…you are so out of control that a bunch of 7th graders that you had no control of (remember, you’ve trained the kids that they’ll be yelled at but not dealt with the first week of the season. Your fault) pissed you off so bad that instead of making them sprint until the non-offenders got salty enough to tell their teammates to STFU, you just took your football and went home? Like, ummmm, oh I dunno…a 7th grader?

Yup. That happened. Practice was declared finished before it was supposed to, Oz jumped on his bike and came home slightly disappointed that the season practices ended so crappy. But we were one of the lucky one’s. We live a couple blocks away and Oz always rode his bike to practice. Those who waited around for rides either went in to watch a girls volleyball game (smart boys;) or walked somewhere else to call for rides. All because a youth coach can’t keep his shit together long enough to understand HIS behavior was unacceptable. (Rumor has it this guy has done this before. Maybe youth sports isn’t for you dude. Ya think?)

I personally know of a couple boys who would come home from games in tears because they didn’t play at all this season. I personally know of at least one person who attempted to discuss with HC why their son wasn’t playing and HC blew them off. I’ve heard rumblings of at least 5 kids who won’t be back. On the one hand, that’s very common in youth sports. Kids realize they don’t like a sport for one reason or the other and move on. But if little johnny isn’t coming back because of poor behavior by a coach? Unaccpetable.

My little rant to shitty youth coaches? You suck. You take all of YOUR youth failures and insecurities and lay them down on kids you can bully and those of us who have been around the block know it. You are a small, small person and the lasting impression of doubt you’ve just left on potential great athletes or just people in general in the form of children will leave a permanent black mark on your heart. It will follow you everywhere and you will continue to show the lack of balls you own in everything you do. Screw you.

As for Oz? He’s stoked to get under the bar; deadlift; press; get his bench to a respectable 7th grade level; play COD Ghost; be a 7th grade dork with the rest of his 7th grade dork friends; guard the perimeter of dangerous tosa; clean dog poop for his Ma (ok, maybe he’s not so stoked about that) and just move on. No scars; no hard feelings.

But we had coach Courtright. OH! When all is said and done with coaches temper tantrums and kids riding the bench all season? We went 3 and 5. I think we only won two games but Oz was pretty adamant that it was three. 3 and 5 dude. HC? You just Jim Harbaugh’d a season for 3 and 5. At least HE made it to the super bowl and his tantrums are kinda funny. Yours crush kids.  But not mine. We survived the season of youth football confidence intact.

Leadership is getting someone to do what they don’t want to do, to achieve what they want to achieve.

Tom Landry

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Friday Jams

Watching Zydrunas Savickas compete last weekend was an incredible experience. We all know he’s strong. Strongest IMO. His speed took me by surprise and I believe is wrapped up in his competitiveness. He is, obviously, an amazing competitor. The rate at which he’s able to recover from each event and calmly wait for the next shows the conditioning that’s hidden within his large frame. The other top guys are no slouches actually. Probably the most impressive showing was the small Norwegian amateur, Bjorn Solvang. He was fast, so fast. Strong. Tenancious. Hungry. You know, the hunger athletes have when they want to make it in the big time. Also, you know, the hungry you feel if you’ve not eaten in two days? Only that’s Bjorn after 15 minutes. The dude is always eating.

But Big Z is rockstar. Literally. On Saturday after dinner, a few of us were waiting outside the arena waiting for the bus to return for the second batch of folks, when Z came out and said some of us can go back to the hotel with him in his car. We jumped and had Bigg and Rob Frampton, Marcel (Champions League co-founder and promoter), Svend Karlsen the Viking and little ‘ol me pile in the SUV. I was sandwiched between Rob and Bigg in the back seat and marveled how I am really the luckiest girl in the world to be sitting amongst such strength giants. But then I noticed this at a stop light…

The car to the right of us had a normal looking man (read: small) in the drivers seat and a woman next to him with a person I couldn’t see very well in the back seat. When the driver looked over and saw Big Z was driving the car next to him, his eyes got huge as he did a double take and started to excitedly talk to the woman next to him. She then leaned forward and started speaking quickly and the person in back started leaning into the front seat to see. Cuz Z is Rockstar. Totally.

We were in his town, his turf. The looks he gets and the excitement he stirs wherever he goes was a treat to see. Each meal we had at the neighboring mall had people gathering and staring as he’d quietly walk or eat his dinner.  He is more than the World’s Strongest, he is Big Z. Their hero.

As we were packing up on Sunday evening at the Arena, I finally got up the nerve to ask for a quick pic. I like the shadowy result. Yes, it’s nerdy and I was so starstruck over the weekend at these giants in the strength world that I probably was nerdy more than usual. But I don’t care. I got Taxi’d by a Rockstar. F* Ya!

Enjoy the weekend. Nickelback: Rockstar.

Do not pray for easy lives. Pray to be stronger men.

John F. Kennedy

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This Old Man

Vilnius old man

At some point during the World Log Lift Championships last weekend, I noticed this old man. He was slightly stooped, had an awesome hat, carries a bag full of branches and has an epic beard.

He made his way over to Big Z for a pic where things got a little dramatic. Of course he didn’t realize (or did and didn’t care) that these big Strongman were smack dab in the middle of a live television sporting event where they wanted to do well. So when he walked up to Z and grabbed him for a picture, a few event organizers removed his hands and told him he can’t do this now. Well, Lithuanian old men don’t like to be manhandled and instantly started yelling.

The helpers calmed him down, I assume explained that Z was a bit busy now but can get his picture after the event and that seemed to appease him. He then turned his attention to Polish Champions League leader Krzysztof Randzikowski, demanding a picture with him. Now, I may be getting the timing slightly off but I believe Krzysztof had just come off the platform after making his lift so he was a bit tired. The old man gave him one of his branches and then wanted a picture together. He took off his glasses, his hat, smoothed his hair down and they got the photo. Afterwards, he struggled with putting his hat back on while Krzysztof had began to focus on his last attempt. The old man slapped him on the shoulder and told him to help him with his hat. It. Was. Priceless.

Unfortunately I didn’t get a photo of that, just the Polish half grin afterwards…

Kudos to the patience and sense of humor of the Polish.

When we asked the old man after the event was done if I could take a picture of he and Matt, he nodded yes and walked over by the American flag. He motioned for Matt to take the flag and gave me his camera. I took the first shot, which I thought was ok, but after he looked at it he loudly “told” me (motions, grunts, a few foreign words) that it wasn’t what he wanted. I had to get the flag, Matt, and old man but nothing else. Zoom in! I was so nervous after my second shot that I’d get yelled at again but I seemed to do ok. He nodded and slightly smiled and shuffled on after patting Matt on the shoulder.

I thought that was the end of it when suddenly I turned around, and he was hanging with these guys…

…ballsy. I’ll give him that. Z got some branches too.

The locals said that this man tends to show up at different events and is just accepted in the ranks. He was a character for sure. Awesome.

Is that your father?

Ilkka to Bigg after the old man shuffled by.

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1 in 40

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There was a lot going on during the warm ups of the SCL Log Lift World Championships on Saturday in Vilnius, Lithuania. The Zydrunas classic had arm wrestling, figure competitions, wrestling, and tons of other things going on that I didn’t even get to see. I was a bit in Lithuanian overload when I heard the warms ups going on in the back. Ohhhhhh, the nerves set in (see, I get nervous even when I’m NOT competing. Handy.)

As I was watching the first few 1st attempts go without a white light, I started getting even more nervous. This was a beastly log and everyone walking away was shaking their heads at it. An opener of 180kg for Matt should have been a cake walk and though Matt had a smooth lift, even he was a little surprised at how hard the log was.

Here it is…

Watching Vidas Blekaitas, Krzysztof Radzikowski, and of course Big Z come up was quite amazing. Zydrunas is total rock star in Lithuania and he had the crowd waiting at the edge of their seats on his final and new World Record 222.5kg third attempt. Of course I didn’t get video, just the above picture. Honestly, I just wanted to take it in, enjoy the moment.

The clean reminded me of Rezazadeh’s 263.5kg clean in Athens. Effortless, a walk in the park. Z has an amazing clean, snappy. Yes, he makes a 490# beastly log look snappy. His press was no nonsense, get it up, get ‘er done. It was beautiful. The crowd went absolutely crazy, I glanced over at the other competitors and not one didn’t have a look of awe on their face and then it hit me. Out of the few thousand people in the arena at this moment, there were probably about 40 that understood the magnitude of what Z keeps doing with this Log Lift event. And I was one of them. Wow. One in Forty. It was truly the most amazing feat of strength and sport accomplishment that I’ve ever witnessed and I am so thankful for having the opportunity to be in that arena at that moment.

Our Chaperone for the weekend was an adorable, tiny blonde who’s name is Vaida who looked at me and said, ‘is good, ya?’ Yes. Iz very good!

More to come later on Vaida, but when I say tiny…

I mean tiny. Her whole body is one of Bigg or Thor’s leg’s. Heh.

I am so thankful to be present at this event that my head is still swimming a bit (yes, the amount of Lithuanian booze consumed could have something to do with that;) Matt’s 5th place finish was very respectable and I’m proud of him. He missed his second and third attempts at 190kg and in hindsight, I wish we would have made a game time adjustment of going to 185 instead of 190 on the second. Live and learn. He’s worked a long time for this and with a few tweaks to his clean (LEGs! Use your GD LEGssss!!!!;) and hopefully another opportunity, he’ll kick arse again.

He absolutely hates to lose. There is no lose in him.

Marcel on Big Z

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