You Can’t Fake the Real Thing

I’m torn…not between Clemson and anyone else winning the championship games, but between Clemson remaining special (if not unique) in its culture and other schools incorporating into their own programs what Clemson has had for a long time.  Granted, it will take a while for these other schools to completely reform; it starts with recruiting the right sorts: players and coaches.  But some schools are at least giving lip service to the change.  Nick Saban of Alabama has begun saying the kinds of things Dabo Swinney says all the time; Saban just doesn’t know what he’s saying, yet.  By that I mean Saban is intentionally using the same words but there is no deep knowing at the heart level, and you can’t fake the real thing.  When Saban gets around to understanding what he is saying, then he needs time to cycle through the seasons to process out the players who were recruited for all the reasons Alabama has been recruiting players.  Alabama’s criteria have not been the same as Clemson’s.

I don’t know the whole story, but a Clemson player recently transfered out of the program.  I noticed that the story gave some statistics and then enumerated the accomplishments of the player’s father.  I suspect this player came into the Clemson program for the wrong reasons.  It occurs to me now that most Clemson recruits emphasize the attraction of the strong family feeling among the Clemson coaches, players, and staff.  I have also noticed how often the opinion of the player’s mother is key.  I suspect that one major criteria in whether Clemson wants a specific recruit or not has to do with how open the young man is to a new strong fatherly influence…which he will definitly be under once working with Dabo Swinney and the other coaches.  You will be coached, taught, nurtured, encouraged, but also tested and held accountable.  When you emerge from the other end of this journey…this education and training tunnel…you will be a man your mother will be proud of and the world will look up to.

I believe that as long as Clemson is special in this mind-set of selecting those open to the program; training, nurturing, and proving them inside then outside; and encasing the whole thing in love; Clemson will continue to be second to none and victorious to the end.  This is business.  This is the business that Dabo Swinney is in.  This is the business of life and all institutions in the business of preparing young people for life would be wise to line their programs up with what Swinney has built.  That includes schools, churches, youth programs, and the military.  Commanders in chief, headmasters, scoutmasters, and head coaches should start with the heart and then work with the mind and body, instilling a culture of fierce love and tenacious grit, that does not tolerate indulgences of poor conduct born of fear (racism, abuse, disrespect, hatred,…)

Some aren’t called to such programs…but all could be.  All should aspire to be.

So, I’m torn.  Part of me wants Clemson to keep its culture unique like a secret..and to always win.  The other part of me wants this culture to spread throughout collegiate sports into professional sports and out into the fandoms, neighborhoods, public schools, military, and beyond; all of them will benefit.  In many cases, it isn’t possible to be selective in who you bring into a program but it is always possible to be selective in the leadership, instructors, and coaches.  And it must always start with the heart.

“Man, Ain’t this Fun?”

Just a moment ago, I stepped out onto my back porch and took a deep breath.  It’s a delightful 69 degrees and sunny.  My first thought, after the breath, was to all of the gazillion things I think (thought) I need to get done.  And then spirit spoke:

this one moment is what it is about

I am…life is…we all are…creation is…perfect in this moment.

My panic and striving is because I know I spent 59.8 years of my life working on MY agenda and, now that I intend to be working on God’s agenda, I feel the need to get as much done as quickly as possible because I don’t know how much time I have left.

My next thought was to my new watch-word:  Allow     It refers to a new intention to allow others to be in a different place from me spiritually.  It refers to a new intention to allow others to make different choices for their own lives…even if I know those choices will set them back.  It refers to a new intention to allow imperfection…even in myself.

So, what was I left with?  Awareness.  Awareness that…in this moment…it is all perfect, on time, playing out, and in God’s hands.  And I giggled:  Is this fun?

That’s when I remembered those words, spoken to his team…while taking a moment…“Man, isn’t this fun?!  Is this not fun?  This is what it’s all about!”    (the second video of the interview with Dabo Swinney.  But, I recommend listening to the first video, too.)

This IS what it’s all about.  It took me 59.9 years to realize that marketing myself and my talents was NOT what is was about.  Now, after having cleared all that major clutter out of the way, I am working on small pockets of clutter that remain (small resentments, expectations, fleeting goals,…) and strengthening my awareness…my ability to hear the reminders and nudges to stop…take a moment…and acknowledge:  ‘Ain’t this fun?’

(Thank You.)

 

(I borrowed the image above from http://www.seattlepi.com.)

“Boring Stories of Glory Days”

This is an essay written by a new friend…a fellow Clemson fan…a fellow Dabo Swinney fan.

Moments

I heard an interview the other day with a former Clemson football player who was in the locker room with the Tigers after they won the National Championship. He was detailing the utter jubilation contained within those four walls from 18 to 22 years who had just ascended the mountain top of college football. This was a moment. A moment that would live with them the rest of their life. A moment that would include a ring, hardware that they could wear on their finger for the world to see and ask about. A moment they could put on their resume even if they never played a single down or step on to the field. A moment they could rehash and retell to anyone who was willing listen.

This former Clemson football player continued that the head coach Dabo Swinney talked about how proud he was of his players. Proud that they never gave up, proud that they not only believed in themselves but each other and then he talked about the moment. He reminded his player that as great as this moment was it would not and should not be the greatest or defining moment in their young life. There were many more moments ahead of them, graduation, marriage, children, moments that should equal if not be greater than this moment right here, right now.

I am a big fan of coach Dabo Swinney. Now I don’t necessarily agree with his in your face Christian views or speech but I can’t fault the man on his faith because he has proven time and time again he not only talks the talk he walks the walk as well. Yes, he is making millions of dollars a year, money that can and will cover a generation of future Swinney’s but there was a time when he had nothing, literally nothing, but his faith and a dream and those moments, those memories keep him grounded. Ground he passes on to his player’s.

For many people a single moment, a single accomplishment defines them. They spend much of their life reliving or trying to hold on to that one point in time. What they miss is the rest of their lives, a full life filled with more than just one moment.

Now I think I’m going down to the well tonight
and I’m going to drink till I get my fill
And I hope when I get old I don’t sit around thinking about it
but I probably will
Yeah, just sitting back trying to recapture
a little of the glory of, well time slips away
and leaves you with nothing mister but
boring stories of glory days

Glory days well they’ll pass you by
Glory days in the wink of a young girl’s eye
Glory days, glory days

Bruce SpringsteenGlory Days

Carolina Pride – North and South

These thoughts were originally posted on my former website The View From 5022.  As it is timely to note that the struggle for respect is still going on, (Go Tigers!), my pride in my home state(s) continues to grow.

February, 2016

It hasn’t been easy being raised in the Carolinas…but it is getting better.  There is so much stigma associated with both North and South Carolina and so few people are willing to look below the historical or political surface.  I have lived in both North and South Carolina 99% of my life and I can tell you, I have found much to be proud of.

Until my recent move, I lived in Western North Carolina for 35 years.  Those who don’t know better, make a generalized assessment and say I lived in Appalachia.  Whether that is geographically accurate or not, is not my concern; my concern has to do with the fact that most people who don’t know better, also think the term Appalachian is synonymous (or interchangeable) with ignorant, being backwards, or poorly educated.

I was born, raised, and educated in the Lowcountry of South Carolina.  The people who don’t know better, consider Charleston to be the birthplace of slavery and the Civil War.

Trust me, it is not easy being from states formerly represented by Strom Thurman, Jesse Helms, John Edwards, and even some lesser-known, local scoundrels.  We’ve had flag issues, scandals, corruption, and, yes, ignorance.  I recall years in a row when South Carolina seemed to come in 51st in the list of SAT scores, by state.

By the way, I just did an internet search on the term Bible Belt, and according to Liberapedia, “The Bible Belt is the part of the United States where strict fundamentalist Christianity dominates life (Also known as the deep south).”  Excuse me?!?  I will not get side-tracked by how much is wrong with that definition.

The people of North and South Carolina have had to fight, tooth and nail, for respect.  Even the beloved inspirational speaker Dabo Swinney remarked that, even after being totally undefeated, the Clemson Tigers were still considered ‘underdogs,’ unknown, and unrecognized as worthy opponents.

So, while I am on the subject, has anyone noticed how the Carolinas are, and have been, a seat of Athletic Excellence?!?!  Let’s look at the record.  Basketball:  Duke (spit) and, yes, Duke is in North Carolina, right down the street from (fanfare, please) The University of North Carolina (GO HEELS !!!);  Football:  South Carolina (spit, but not too shabby), North Carolina (again, a very strong performance), and CLEMSON.  My orange heart pounds proudly.  Even The Citadel made me proud this year.  And, now, the Carolina Panthers are going to Super Bowl 50.  I’m not much into professional sports, but, hey, I am proud!  Take notice, you who are ignorant; the Carolinas are an athletic force to be contended with.

And we have so much more to be proud of.  Let’s start with Appalachia, again;  The people in the back ‘hollars’ of the mountains of Western North Carolina have a sense of music, poetry, and wisdom that goes unrivaled, in my opinion, (and my opinion counts because this is my blog.)  In Charleston, grace trumped evil in the actions of the blessed souls of Mother Emmanuel AME Church, last summer.  And the flag did come down for the right reasons.

Furthermore, we have beauty, culture, and gentility.  Get off of the interstates (and beyond the ‘Title Loan District’ of Travelers Rest) and you will find breathtaking beauty:  farms, forests, waterfalls, swamps, mountain ranges, ocean shores, lakes, and, yes, many many churches.  Even our interstates often present amazing vistas.  Influential artists, writers, musicians, philosophers, scientists, educators, doctors,… The Carolinas have raised them all.  Even today, Carolinians are known for their good manners, hospitality, and propriety.

You may think what I have said is baloney, especially if I count you among the ignorant, but be enlightened; the Carolinas are a wonderful place, held graciously in the hand of God, striving to do better, look better, and be better…than everywhere else.

Again, to quote Mr. Swinney, I’m ALL IN.

Addendum:  Ahem!!!  2017 National Football Champions…PROVEN the Best.  GO TIGERS And now the North Carolina Tarheels and the South Carolina Gamecocks are going to the Final Four.  Awesome.

Thank You for making us a part of This

Does the Almighty care about football games?  Of course He does.  The Almighty cares about all of His creation.

If a part of Almighty’s creation turns itself toward the Almighty, acknowledges the Almighty as power and source, dedicates itself and its life to the Almighty, works with Joy in the Almighty’s influence, calls it fun and joyous, and gives credit back to the Almighty with gratitude for making it a part of the Almighty’s manifestation, how would the Almighty not care?

That process…from willingly turning toward Source…to gratitude for being part of the Whole Thing…is what creation is all about.  That’s why we Are.  That’s why It Is.

Did I pray for God to help Clemson win the game?

Yes, I did.  And here is why…

Dabo Swinney, Deshaun Watson, Ben Boulware, and other coaches and players openly glorify God and openly tell the public how important their faith and relationship to God is.  Many people flinch or cringe when they hear that.  But the importance of holding that inner light of the divine, the holy, the Almighty is revealed in their behavior…in their culture…and I felt it was important that their courage and faith be confirmed and affirmed.  We needed that win.  Those of us who walk our talk and are not afraid that things will get uncomfortable when we talk about our faith, needed that win.

So much about modern distortions of Christianity has made open expression of faith and belief look unsophisticated, hokey, and ignorant.  But Dabo, Deshaun, Ben, and I know that belief, devotion, commitment, gratitude, acknowledging the source of our strength and glorification of God is real, important, and empowering.  But none of that really matters here.  What matters is maintaining that strength and clarity between our hearts and God.  And it matters, not in spite of what others think, but because of what others think:  we know the rest of the world could benefit by our example.  The real stuff can’t be faked.

Besides, giving God credit and winning the game, just might please God.  That’s a win-win.

Thank You, God.  To You be the Glory.

 

Last year, I wrote on the struggle for respect when one hails from the Carolinas.  Please see

Carolina Pride.

My thoughts on tonight’s National Championship

Is the world ready for an affirmation of how Dabo Swinney is raising these young men and starting them off on their lives?

Yes, I know…this is about football.  It’s a game.

It’s all a game.  The key point is how you play the game.  And not just that; it’s how you prepare for the game, respond to the winning and losing of the game, and deal with every play.

Clemson Tigers are taught about life…and football is the language they are taught in.

Dabo Swinney, beloved inspirational speaker, has opened his heart to God and dedicates his presence, his words, and his actions to communicating to players, coaches, fans, spectators, and even people from Alabama, what it means to align oneself…one’s life…with God.

Bless him.

And God bless the Clemson Tigers.

Go Tigers!  I’m ALL IN.