TWO A DAYS

107 degree heat index
97 degrees in the shade
Full pads
coach thinks you need to pick it up
underclassmen wants your starting job
your learning a new offense

WELCOME TO LUTHERAN SOUTH FOOTBALL!!!

Last week we started two a days at South. As a coach I love this time of the year, the first clashing of the pads, the endless possibilties, and new jargon to be learned in Chalk talk, and the out of shape slackers puking after or during conditioning. Ha I love it. I am the O & D line coach along with the special teams cordinator. We are learning a new offense, and working with very young kids. I must admit, I really love coaching freshman, it involves a whole lot of teaching and true coaching. We (Lutheran South) need a whole lo of work still. Some people that we thought would show up to play, have instead proven to be disappointing at best. Others came in tremedously out of shape...we had a new puking record...can you believe a kid puked during stretching....he claimed he swallowed a bug...yeah right. However, some of these kids have simply come to play, and that is a trully a beautiful thing to see. I love the challenge of getting these kids excited about Special teams. However, we wont know if this season was sucessful or not, until 20 years from now, and we can see what kind of men we have developed.
Our motto this year is to Honor God. Win or loose. We praise God in victory and in defeat. It is good and refreshing to be coaching again with coaches that have this as a priority. The main reason that I coach, is to influence kids with God's love, I think coaching is a great way to do that (look at Tony Dungy). I am currently reading a book called Season of Life, By Jeffrey Marx. In this book we read how Joe Ehrmann a former Baltimore Colt and minister, devotes his life to teahing men a whole new meaning of manculinity through High School football.
Due to the intense heat, we had had to move practices to 6:30 in the AM now. Two a days ended on Monday, but the season has just begun, and it'll be a blast this year, I can already tell.



Because of the intense heat for this post, the shout out goes to all of those that have to work outside to make a living. Mailcarriers, construction workers, service people, all of you busting your hump in this heat....be safe.

Be good to one another.

Go Cowboys


In His Name
Keffie Deen II

A sad day in sports history.

The date is August 5, 2007. I think that this past two or three months will go down as some of the darkest days in pro sports, wether it be football, baseball, or basketball. Nobody would want to be the commish or any of these at this point in history. There has been a refree caught gambling in games that he was involved in, one of the faces of the NFL has been indicited on cahrges of illegal dogfighting, and last night somewhere I have to believe that ol' Hammering Hank was sick to his stomach. As the ultimate villan Barry Bonds stands a top of the hill with him. This hill is the hill of the most hallowed record in sports today. The home run record. Yesterday should have been a happy day in Sports. Possibly the greatest Offensive Lineman to ever strap on pads Bruce Matthhews, was inducted into the Hall of Fame, along with a other deserving elite players from the past including Michael Irvin. A-rod hit number 500, but yet all that was over shadowed by Barry Bonds taking his oversized head, and sysenthetically manufactured biceps and hit homerun number 755. When you look at what Hank Aaron with through to get that record, and how much class he did it with, in the face of all the racism and crap that he had to put up with, and now we want to crown this steroid incduced villan as the Homerun king....forget it Barry...it aint gonna happen, not in my book. Babe Ruth did it with beer and Hotdogs, Hank Aaron did it with class...Barry, what did you do it with. Mark Twain once said there are three types of liars. Liars, damn liars, and stats. According to the record books, stats will one day lie again when it reports on who the Homerun king is....but only for a few years, will that record will be broken by a kid breathing down Barry's neck...that is doing it the right way. The shootout for this post goes to my Dad and stepmom, who helped me move back to STL. While it was a hard move, and my Dad and I argue, and thank the Lord for him giving them to me. Be good to one another. Go Cowboys!! God Bless In Him Keffie Deen II