Tuesday, November 19, 2013
Wednesday, November 13, 2013
Letter from an alum
Lisa Sorensen, who was a member of our Midwest Conference Championship team last year, was asked to write a letter this year to the men's team as they prepared for the conference tourney. She wrote them this:
Boys,
When asked to talk to you all about my experience of going to the NCAA tournament I was excited because I really love talking about it. If you were to ask Charlie, he would probably say he hears about how amazing it was more times then he would like. That is because the experience is nearly impossible to describe. I guess if I had to sum it up into one sentence, I would say it is really a once in a life time opportunity.
When I was a rookie, I came into camp not even having the NCAA tournament a thought in my mind. I didn't really think that it was something that was even feasible for our women's team because it has only happened one other time in school history. We made it to the conference tournament that year and didn’t get past the first round. It bothered me but I thought to myself that I have 3 more years, no big deal. Again, my sophomore year we lost the first round, but again I had two more years. My junior year we didn’t even qualify for the tournament and I thought that I blew my chances the first two years. Then senior year came around and we set the goal of going to the NCAAs. Our season played out like yours, where a team that shouldn’t have beaten us in regular season did and I thought that the hopes of hosting had gone down the drain. However, we ended up being conference champs and hosting the tournament. During the second half of the championship game I will never forget when my coach yelled at me with about 15 min left saying to run faster to get back on defense. I literally wanted to punch her in the face because I felt as though I had given everything that I could the entire game, but then she continued to yell saying that if I rest now, I'll also be resting when St. Norbert was going to the NCAA's the next weekend or I could dig deep and work harder and rest tomorrow on our day off. It was then I realized that we could actually be going to the NCAAs. We ended up winning and from that moment those indescribable feelings began.
I still had no idea what to expect when I knew we were headed to the NCAA's, TR just kept giving me his generic response saying that it is a lot of fun. I thought that the overnight road trip once a season was fun and thought it would be similar. However it is completely different. The road to the NCAA's began with the drawings of the bracket. I remember watching the drawings for the NCAA in the Dau room as a team. The feelings of excitement and anticipation of where we will be playing and who our opponent was unreal. I had the biggest butterflies waiting for Lake Forest College to appear on TV. Each time they moved on to the next team you just hope that your next so you can finally know who you are playing and where. We ended up drawing a team from Minnesota but playing in Iowa… I had never been more excited to going to Iowa in my life.
The weekend of the tournament is by far the best weekend I had at Lake Forest College. The day we left for the NCAA tournament was also something special. I felt like the Women's soccer team was the most important thing on campus. All of the other teams, coaches, and the athletic department is there escorting you off, even Public Safety literally escorted our bus to the highway. As weird as that sounds it felt pretty awesome knowing that everyone was watching us go wishing it was them who was on that bus. Also, there are many perks of the NCAA paying for your trip which is very nice… The hotel you stay at is so much nicer, you all get your own bed and they are WAY more comfortable beds then what you get on the one away trip of the season. The food is by far way better. We never had a price limit, (although we were told not to go crazy) but I did have a 4 course meal one night. When game day comes you feel like someone important the moment you step off the bus. You get a badge that allows you in certain places no one else can go and get all the treatment that you need/want with out hesitation. Most importantly the memories you make as a team literally will last forever. When talking about it to others I find myself saying over and over again that it was just an amazing experience that is so hard to describe that I will never forget.
Looking back over my four years of playing, I feel very lucky to be a part of a team who has been to the NCAAs. Going back to what Kim yelled at me during the conference final game about running faster makes me realize that it is SO worth it to work as hard as possible and never give up during the games you are about to play in this weekend. Whether you play the full 90, a few minutes, or not at all, whether you have 3 more years ahead of you or its your last season, the time that you do play, or even spend cheering on your teammates is very important when playing for a spot in the NCAA tournament. You never know if the opportunity will come again. It's only been done a few times for the men's team in school history and to say that you are one of the teams who got the opportunity to go is an amazing feeling.
Good luck this weekend and I can't wait to celebrate with you on Saturday.
Lisa
Boys,
When asked to talk to you all about my experience of going to the NCAA tournament I was excited because I really love talking about it. If you were to ask Charlie, he would probably say he hears about how amazing it was more times then he would like. That is because the experience is nearly impossible to describe. I guess if I had to sum it up into one sentence, I would say it is really a once in a life time opportunity.
I still had no idea what to expect when I knew we were headed to the NCAA's, TR just kept giving me his generic response saying that it is a lot of fun. I thought that the overnight road trip once a season was fun and thought it would be similar. However it is completely different. The road to the NCAA's began with the drawings of the bracket. I remember watching the drawings for the NCAA in the Dau room as a team. The feelings of excitement and anticipation of where we will be playing and who our opponent was unreal. I had the biggest butterflies waiting for Lake Forest College to appear on TV. Each time they moved on to the next team you just hope that your next so you can finally know who you are playing and where. We ended up drawing a team from Minnesota but playing in Iowa… I had never been more excited to going to Iowa in my life.
The weekend of the tournament is by far the best weekend I had at Lake Forest College. The day we left for the NCAA tournament was also something special. I felt like the Women's soccer team was the most important thing on campus. All of the other teams, coaches, and the athletic department is there escorting you off, even Public Safety literally escorted our bus to the highway. As weird as that sounds it felt pretty awesome knowing that everyone was watching us go wishing it was them who was on that bus. Also, there are many perks of the NCAA paying for your trip which is very nice… The hotel you stay at is so much nicer, you all get your own bed and they are WAY more comfortable beds then what you get on the one away trip of the season. The food is by far way better. We never had a price limit, (although we were told not to go crazy) but I did have a 4 course meal one night. When game day comes you feel like someone important the moment you step off the bus. You get a badge that allows you in certain places no one else can go and get all the treatment that you need/want with out hesitation. Most importantly the memories you make as a team literally will last forever. When talking about it to others I find myself saying over and over again that it was just an amazing experience that is so hard to describe that I will never forget.
Looking back over my four years of playing, I feel very lucky to be a part of a team who has been to the NCAAs. Going back to what Kim yelled at me during the conference final game about running faster makes me realize that it is SO worth it to work as hard as possible and never give up during the games you are about to play in this weekend. Whether you play the full 90, a few minutes, or not at all, whether you have 3 more years ahead of you or its your last season, the time that you do play, or even spend cheering on your teammates is very important when playing for a spot in the NCAA tournament. You never know if the opportunity will come again. It's only been done a few times for the men's team in school history and to say that you are one of the teams who got the opportunity to go is an amazing feeling.
Good luck this weekend and I can't wait to celebrate with you on Saturday.
Thursday, November 7, 2013
Tourney Time!
We leave campus today at 3pm and play Monmouth College tomorrow in De Pere at 11am. The winner advances to the Conference Championship at 6pm on Saturday and plays the winner of the St. Norbert/Grinnell game. All games should be streaming through the St. Norbert website. Go to the schedule page here and click on our game. Most of all--WISH US LUCK!
Thanks for your support all season long! See ya in De Pere.
Wednesday, November 6, 2013
Halloween
Due to extremely wet weather and our range of injuries we spent the hilarious Halloween practice indoors for the first time in recent memory. While this kept us dry, it also meant that we all got a little warm pretty early and didn't spend much time in full costume. I had to work hard to try to capture everyone in the first 15 minutes.
The giraffe and the zookeeper checking out the tennis players and the stripped down Batman across the circle |
Harry Potter gazes longingly at the team, wishing she knew a spell to cure her concussion |
Just horsin' around |
The hula girl and tennis players are in character. I suppose the giraffe is too. |
A couple superheroes who are braving the heat. The Fat Cat got warm and stripped off her costume. She is fixing her shoes above. They have a tendency to come untied. |
Blades of Glory and our Hula Girl |
Monday, October 28, 2013
Conference Tournament Time!
We still have one more regular season game to play against a team that will not be participating in the Tournament. This game still means something for a few reasons:
1) Lawrence University will most likely play hard--it would be a nice end to their season to beat the current Conference Champions on their own turf.
2) Its our last game before heading to De Pere the following Friday. We want to set a tone for ourselves. If we could duplicate the energy and movement we played with against Lawrence last season we would set ourselves up well going into our Tournament week.
3) Lawrence is Coach Geiser's alma mater. She ALWAYS wants to beat them handily (but respectfully).
Friday, October 25, 2013
A few more photos
Two shots of the emerging autumn colors on Old Elm road last week. I think this week is probably better but I don't have a more recent one. Perhaps I'll have a chance to get one this afternoon.
Michelle "Mickey" Greeneway is one of three Foresters (Nina Perkkio and Holly "Little Giant" Lesperence being the other two) who play two sports. Unfortunately the end of soccer season and the beginning of hockey season overlap, meaning that they are often attending two practices a day or playing a couple games over the course of the weekend. By the end of last week this had taken a toll and when the ball bag got emptied so the players could begin to warm up, Mickey took the opportunity to crawl inside of it and take a nap on some pinnies, using the cones as a pillow.
Some nice fall color in the Benedictine University parking lot on Wednesday evening. If you want to know what kind of tree this is you'll have to ask Mr. Hillis. Apparently New Englanders study these kinds of things.
Lucky for you parents, this weekend is our annual PARENTS WEEKEND and you will have an opportunity to discuss trees and naps with both Mr. Hillis and the Greeneways. There will be adult beverages and all kinds of tasty food in the parking lot before our Saturday game. Please join our greatest fans for some snacks and mingling before our noon kickoff.
Lincoln and Locomotives
For those of you who have been on pins and needles regarding the over/under prize-less "bet" on number of minutes spent waiting for a train to pass in Galesburg....the overs won. We arrived within Galesburg city limits, drove past a few gas stations and bars, and then spent 12 minutes waiting for a train. This train in fact:
As for the "Lincoln" part of this post, it again has to do with Knox and its proud tradition. I have written about this before here but I'll repost the pertinent paragraphs (to get info on the asterisks you'll have to go to the original posting):
In 1858, a previously little-known circuit lawyer named Abraham Lincoln was running for the United States Senate against the incumbent Senator Stephen Douglas. Douglas was a Democrat who had earned the nickname "Little Giant"* because although he was quite short, he was a forceful speaker and a dominant figure in politics. Lincoln was running as a Republican, a party that had just recently been established in Ripon, WI, a primary plank of their platform being that slavery should not spread beyond its current borders.**
Two years before the Civil War these two candidates met seven times all over the state in a series of intense debates, now known as the Lincoln-Douglas debates. One candidate would speak for 60 minutes, then the other for 90 minutes, and then the first would have 30 minutes to reply. On October 7, 1858, they met at Knox College, on a temporary stage outside their Old Main classroom building*, where Douglas publicly stated that the Declaration of Independence was not meant to apply to non-whites. "The Government was made by our fathers on the white basis...made by white men for the benefit of white men and their prosperity forever." Lincoln, on the other hand, perhaps comforted by the abolitionist spirit of Knox College and Galesburg, took the opportunity to announce for the first time, his moral opposition to the institution of slavery.
Following our game on Saturday I took a quick tour of the Knox campus and found Old Main, which has two large plaques posted outside its door celebrating the great debate and its participants. A current student filled me in on the crawling-out-the-window story that I had heard. Looking at the front of the building below you can see the green doors, the two plaques on either side of it (Lincoln to the left, Douglas on the right), and the large window to the left of the door.
Apparently, the debate was held just in front of this building. A large platform had been erected across the face of it that was high enough to block the door and part of the windows. Each candidate had been given a room inside the building to relax and prepare for the debate, and when the time came to take the stage, Douglas, understanding that he couldn't walk out the front directly onto the stage, went out the back and walked around the building and up some steps to the debate platform. Lincoln, in a moment that historians and forensic psychologists could probably spend weeks dissecting, simply opened the window nearest to him, and climbed out onto the platform. All six foot, four inches of him.
The famous window |
In our current political climate, YouTube footage of this event would have been almost immediately available on Twitter and whatever cable news station was for States' Rights would have ridiculed this gangly, awkward, country bumpkin who taught himself to read by firelight from borrowed books. Alternatively he would be accused of trying to appear folksy and common when really he was lawyer who didn't at all understand what a farm laborers life was like. He would have not only lost the 1858 Senate election in Illinois but likely wouldn't have made it as a candidate for President in 1860 and our world may be very different than it is today. I've thought about this moment all week and I've decided that I like the folksiness of it. I like the lack of pretension it shows. Again, he probably didn't even spend two seconds debating whether to go out the window or all the way around the building and here I am discussing it on a soccer blog in 2013!
Friday, October 18, 2013
To Galesburg and Beyond
An actual Prairie Fire |
The Foresters have been big fans of the PSL ever since it was introduced in 2004/05. Perhaps it is all the time spent outdoors together in Autumn, but it is almost always a topic of discussion among the players. This year's team has decided that the PSL available at Panera is by far the best. More to come on this important topic soon.
The weather has certainly gotten chillier recently. Last week's sunny and 70s has given way to gloomy and 50s. Shorts weather appears to have come and gone along with the evening light. The sun is setting noticeably earlier these days and warm up jackets are a fixture at practice. The good news is that it appears the sun will be shining in Galesburg tomorrow for our fixture with The Knox College Prairie Fire. I have written more extensively on the proud egalitarian tradition of Knox College in past years so, on the off chance you are interested, please go here and look at a post from last year.
Really, to the players, the most noticeable part of a trip to Galesburg is the frequency with which the team bus gets trapped behind trains. The town, which has long been a crossroads for railroad traffic, is littered with train tracks, and when you combine that with a typically cautious bus driver (which I am in NO WAY complaining about), you get quite a few minutes of our lives spent in Western Illinois waiting for trains to pass through. The over/under on minutes spent waiting tomorrow is 7. I will report back.
So, after Knox we have a mid-week non -conference game in the western suburbs, followed by a HUGE home-stand against Illinois College and Monmouth. IC has played most teams in the conference really tough this year and, as of right now, Monmouth is ahead of us in the rankings with just one loss in conference. Two wins would be great for us but I don't want to look ahead too far. For more on rankings and record go to the Midwest Conference website.
I'm not sure that video will be available from the field but our game is at 1pm and if I remember I'll post an update on Twitter. Follow us at @LFCfutbol
Friday, October 11, 2013
Wednesday, October 9, 2013
Weightlifting: Trying a new approach
In the past few years the coaches have worked to get the team in the weight room a couple times a week, thinking that the more the kids are comfortable in there the more likely they are to go on their own during the offseason. This year, for a few reasons, it was clear that it just wasn't working very well for us. Our strength and conditioning coordinator suggested a new approach and so far it appears to be working out. Thanks Blake!
Tuesday, October 8, 2013
Autumn is here...almost
A few updates from the last 10 days on Green Bay Road. The color isn't there yet but the trees are definitely thinning.
Technology: Blerg
Notice the six or so phones stacked in the middle of the table at Mongolian Barbeque. Yay! |
While Coach Bell and I don't always feel very old, there are ways in which our college experience was VASTLY different from that of the current team. For one, there were no cell phones and the World Wide Web was in its infancy. Google didn't exist. If we wanted to search the web we used AltaVista or maybe Yahoo. We used Lexus Nexxus to find articles and Interlibrary Loan to get our hands on a discontinued volume.
If my friends wanted to get a hold of me in the library and didn't feel like walking over there and up to my 5th floor cubicle they would simply call the front desk, say it was urgent, and get the librarian to page me over the intercom. I usually knew when I heard "Kim Geiser, you have an urgent phone call at the desk" overhead that my friend Beth wanted to meet at the Union for a grilled cheese. After a big game at Grinnell my senior year I called my parents collect at their home from a roadside pay phone to tell them we had lost.
I don't particularly lament the loss of Alta Vista. I don't really miss having to rely on pay phones. I am sure the librarians at my Alma Mater do not miss paging students to the front desk for urgent grilled cheese sandwiches. But Coach Bell and I talk often about how different our road trips were.
If there was a movie on the bus, we all watched it because we didn't have our own personal screens to catch up on last season's Grey's Anatomy while our seat-mate typed a paper on her laptop. Back in the day I would pack my Discman and my travel CD folder that held about 10 albums. After listening to G. Love and Special Sauce a couple times over the course of the weekend I was more than happy to talk to my bus neighbor about the defensive breakdown we had in the 57th minute and how to prevent it next time. After a tough loss we couldn't get on the bus and complain to our parents or our roommate about how terrible the midfield had been--you either sat scowling silently in your seat or you talked to your teammates about what had happened. Your teammates were all you had on those trips. If you had a question about homework you had to ask them. If you wanted to laugh you had to laugh with them. If you wanted to cry you used one of their shoulders. These days, the bus is completely silent. Everyone sits in their seat with their laptop or iPad open and their headphones on, lost in their own little world.
That's why it was nice to see some of the kids all place their cell phones in the middle of the table at team dinner and talk to each other. One of those things that we used to take for granted is now a nice change.
Catching Up
So the blog has been a little quiet lately because I have found myself busy and idea-less. That does not mean that things aren't happening, just that creatively I am not feeling inspired.
Obviously we had a tough loss against St. Norbert two Saturdays ago. During the week following we had 3 of the best days of practice we had had all year. The coaches were really pumped to go into Ripon and make a statement. And we did. Sort of. We went up 3-0 in the first half, gave up one to go into halftime at 3-1, and then apparently decided having a lead was dull so we gave up two more to the home team. Eventually we managed to get a couple more to end the game 5-3 but it's the kind of game that gives coaches grey hairs and ulcers. Hopefully we can keep those to a minimum going forward.
This week we are trying to recapture the work ethic that we displayed in those practices last week and continue to play were a little verve and elan. A night game on the road during the week is not usually our most comfortable milieu, but we are going to fight and claw and SCORE against Carroll and see what happens.
Please tune in to see our game even if you can't make it Waukesha to watch us in person!
Obviously we had a tough loss against St. Norbert two Saturdays ago. During the week following we had 3 of the best days of practice we had had all year. The coaches were really pumped to go into Ripon and make a statement. And we did. Sort of. We went up 3-0 in the first half, gave up one to go into halftime at 3-1, and then apparently decided having a lead was dull so we gave up two more to the home team. Eventually we managed to get a couple more to end the game 5-3 but it's the kind of game that gives coaches grey hairs and ulcers. Hopefully we can keep those to a minimum going forward.
This week we are trying to recapture the work ethic that we displayed in those practices last week and continue to play were a little verve and elan. A night game on the road during the week is not usually our most comfortable milieu, but we are going to fight and claw and SCORE against Carroll and see what happens.
Please tune in to see our game even if you can't make it Waukesha to watch us in person!
Friday, September 27, 2013
Always a big game against the Green Knights
the 2 layers of Under Armor and long underwear I had on last year.
If you would like to catch up on the history of St. Norbert College and St. Norbert himself please go here. A little about our regular season match up last year is here. As always, if you are looking for the more "official" version please visit goforesters.com.
For the long distance fan: the official Lake Forest College Forester website is also the place to go if you are looking for game video. If you are a local or are going to be in town please stop by the Greeneway's tailgate beginning at 11am. God bless those folks from Wisconsin. They sure know how to throw a parking lot party. Or a hotel lobby party for that matter.
Friday, September 20, 2013
Green Bay Road, an update
Prairie Pioneers
Today we head to Grinnell, Iowa, a town of 9000 to play the
Grinnell College Pioneers tomorrow. Grinnell College was founded in 1846 and
is now one of the best liberal arts colleges in the country. It is also in the
middle of a lot of corn and not much else.
Grinnell is one of two schools in our conference that call
themselves the “Pioneers.” Carroll College in Waukesha, Wisconsin is the other
one. So now, a little about Pioneers in Iowa.
The first official white settlement in Iowa began in 1833 in
land taken from Chief Blackhawk and the Sauk during the Black Hawk War of 1832
(Abraham Lincoln joined fought the Sauk during this war as he was living in
Illinois at the time.) Most of Iowa’s first white settlers came from Ohio,
Pennsylvania, New York, Indiana, Kentucky, and Virginia in family units. What
they discovered was land far different than that further east. Most of the land
in the eastern United States was heavily forested. Naturalist John Madson
wrote: “It is said that grey squirrel could travel inland from the Atlantic
Coast for nearly a thousand miles and never touch the ground.”
By the time settlers reached northern Illinois and Iowa,
however, they had left the forests behind and entered the American
prairies—huge swathes of treelass grasslands that covered the middle and
western portions of the country. Settlers depended on the forests for building
homes, barns, fences, and providing fuel for warmth and cooking. Without trees
they were reduced to building sod houses and living like moles.
Not only that but grasses in parts of Iowa could grow to 7-8
feet high. Cattle would get lost. Prairie fires were a constant danger as one
lightning strike could start of wall of flames that would sweep through the dry
grass and overtake anything in its path. Even plowing was different and more
difficult than it had been in the east. The roots of the native grasses were so
tough that it could take 3-4 teams of oxen to plow them up on a new farm. Even
once plowed initially by oxen the pioneers had issues as the rich Iowa soil
clung to their traditional iron plows and soon the plow would be mired in mud
in a field. An Illinois blacksmith by the name of John Deere invented a steel
plowshare that was smooth enough that the soil fell from it instead of
clinging. It made plowing much much easier and made John Deere into a brand
recognized worldwide.
By 1870 the lumber problem on the prairie had been solved by
the railroads. The white pine forests of Minnesota and Wisconsin were chopped
down, floated down rivers to sawmills along the Mississippi, the Great Lakes,
and especially Chicago. Selling lumber to prairie farmers was so lucrative that
Chicago boasted that it had more millionaires per population than any other
city in the country.
By 1880 there were settlers from the Mississippi River to
the Missouri river and the pioneer days were over. Many families had begun
their Iowa farms growing and selling wheat, which they ground into flour for
baking or shipped it down the rivers. But because wheat was so heavy, it was
costly to transport and farmers soon discovered that they could earn more
growing corn. They would feed the corn to hogs and sell the hogs at market.
(Again Chicago was a huge part in this and became known as the “hog butcher to
the world.)
It only took about 40 years for the prisitine prairies of
the Native Americans to be covered in small farms. Most of the native plants
disappeared and were replaced by corn, which now we get to drive through for five hours on our way west.
Luckily, tomorrow we do not have to spend our time at the sawmill buying fence posts, or sweeping out the sod house, or sod busting so we can grow corn to feed our hogs. We get to play a game on some beautiful green grass out here on the wide open prairie.
Tuesday, August 27, 2013
Pre-season Randomness
A lot goes on during preseason. The poor freshmen are going a mile a minute trying to digest all of it. All the names, all the new faces, all the new locations and traditions and procedures. They seem to be catching on, however, and are going to be a real asset to a team that accomplished a lot last year.
Here are a few pics of various and sundry things and people taken during the last week:
Here are a few pics of various and sundry things and people taken during the last week:
Every year the college takes the Freshmen to the city for a day as a part of their First Year Studies course. The upperclassmen have usually made a point to get together on this day and enjoy a day without practice. As they did last year, today they journeyed to the Giurovici residence to enjoy the pool and lots and lots of food. |
Monday, August 5, 2013
Saturday, July 13, 2013
Forever Young
Ripon College midfielder Taylor Ziebol was killed in a car accident earlier this week. When I heard the news I immediately got a lump in my throat. Not because I knew Taylor, but because, as a coach, you send your kids home to their parents every spring knowing you'll see them again in August. To not have that be true, to have a hole in your lineup and your heart before the season even begins...well, it just made me feel horribly sad for the Redhawks family. Not to mention the Ziebols.
Making the decision to have a child - it is momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body.
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Before the lump faded my mind rewound to an August many years ago. Moments of it still stand so starkly in my memory that as I type this my heart is pounding. Four days before preseason began my junior year of college the phone rang in my apartment just as I was getting home from work. One of my best friends from high school had been killed in a car accident.
Thinking about it later that week one of the biggest surprises was that I didn't burst into tears. Instead I felt as if the reckless invincibility that had defined our teenage years evaporated in the span of a few sentences that began with "I don't know how to tell you this" and was replaced by a emptiness in my chest that immediately felt as if it would never go away. After four days at home in Minneapolis attending the funeral and seeing friends and not knowing what to say when my mom just looked at me and cried, I couldn't wait to get back to school and start the soccer season. I never had a feeling of dedicating the season to my friend (he was a swimmer and not really into sports that involved running around on land) but somehow I knew that the only thing that was going to make the emptiness in my chest go away was between the lines on that grass field. Class and studying were useless--I just couldn't concentrate, food tasted like paste, having a couple beers with friends just left me feeling sad and crying in some dorm room somewhere. But there was something about running around with my teammates, working together, that made the emptiness disappear most of the time. I started that season with an intensity I'd never felt before--I cried too often, and yelled at my teammates too harshly, but the field was the only place I found where I could feel anything close to "good" for weeks and weeks and weeks. Soccer stopped being fun to me and became necessary.
By the time that season ended the emptiness in my chest was mostly gone. My team had saved me. I don't think it's a coincidence that that winter I got serious about wanting to get a teaching degree and spend my afternoons and weekends coaching. That season taught me that team sports mean a lot more than just wins and losses and fun with friends. They can provide a lifeline and a family and a new focus just when a kid needs it most. If I have one wish for the Ripon Red Hawks this year it is that they find in their field the same imperfect sanctuary I found in mine.
I recently read that the parents of deceased children often simply wish for people to mention their kids' name. I know I spent months wishing someone would ask me about Lloyd so I could tell them how much he loved life, how goofy he was, how he was always doing ridiculous stuff like stealing a stoplight and then almost being electrocuted when he tried to hook it up in his parent's basement. Or about the summer morning he and two other friends picked me up at my house with an enormous red rubber ball they had bought at Target and we spent all day driving around Minneapolis dropping it off things--4 storey high parking ramps, Mississippi River Bluffs, warehouse roofs, and laughed all day about how stupid and fun it was. My friend's name was Lloyd Collins. He was named after his grandfather who outlived him.
Taylor Ziebol won't be on the field for the Red Hawks this year but I hope all of the teams in the Midwest Conference support the Ziebol family and the Ripon family and say her name this season. Acknowledge her absence and try to remember her presence. She was #25 for the Red Hawks. She grew up in Burnsville, MN, just south of Minneapolis. She was getting ready to return to Ripon for her sophomore year and rejoin her teammates on the field. Even though we never met her, we join the Red Hawks in missing her.
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