Remembering Ryne Sandberg with one word: Respect

I don’t wear gear to support other teams. When it comes to baseball, it’s orange and black—nothing else. In the fall, I wear blue and gold on Saturdays for the Irish and red and gold on Sundays for the Niners. I even once questioned a close friend about the hat she was wearing for another team. “I could never do that,” I told her. It felt like a matter of principle—almost right and wrong—but I reminded myself this wasn’t a moral issue. And yet, there’s one curious exception to my personal ethic of fandom: a Pee-Chee folder I had, proudly featuring Ryne Sandberg in his Cubs uniform. His recent passing made me pause—and remember. Why him? Why did he get a pass?

There's no doubt in my mind that Sandberg made an impression on me because he was a starter for the Cubs who played the Giants in the 1989 National League Division Championship series. The Giants won the pennant in five games. I  attended 20 games at Candlestick Park with my brother during the regular season and was lucky enough to attend NCLS Game 4 with my Dad. Although an athlete named Mark Grace, stood to Ryno's left at first base, "grace" is exactly what I saw in #23.

At 6'2", Ryne Sandberg made the game—and his position—look almost effortless. He was the consummate teammate and professional athlete. I’m not sure I ever saw him lose his temper, or even show much emotion. He carried himself with class and elegance, power and poise. Sure, his handsome face didn’t hurt, but there was something else—an intangible quality that didn’t just speak, it screamed volumes. His Hall of Fame induction speech speaks directly to that very thing. You can watch it here.

Inducted in 2005, he said

The reason I am here, they tell me, is that I played the game a certain way, that I played the game the way it was supposed to be played. I don't know about that, but I do know this: I had too much respect for the game to play it any other way. And if there is a single reason I am here today, it is because of one word: 'Respect.'"

I was taught you never, ever disrespect your opponent or your teammates or your organization or your manager. Make a great play — act like you've done it before. … Hit a home run — put your head down, drop the bat, run around the bases. Because the name on the front is a lot more important than the name on the back.

A lot of people say this honor validates my career, but I didn't work hard for validation. I didn't play the game right because I saw a reward at the end of the tunnel. I played it right because that's what you're supposed to do — play it right and with respect. If this validates anything, it's that learning how to bunt, and hit and run, and turn two is more important than knowing where to find the little red light on the dugout camera.

To hear Ryne Sandberg articulate the importance of this one word in his Hall of Fame career illuminated what I must have seen all along. Respect speaks for itself. His actions on the field pointed the way.

Respect is one of my core values. In my classroom, it’s non-negotiable. Every semester, I tell my students (and athletes): If at any point you feel that respect has been compromised—by someone, something, or even by me—please talk to me. It is one of the greatest goods; so much flows from it.

In a life that left us too soon, I can only hope that today's athletes and coaches, fans and friends will understand, celebrate or remember what we saw on a baseball diamond or a desk at Carondelet High School many years ago.

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A Recipe for a Fulfilling Life: Lombardi, Scheffler and Tobolski Weigh In

Over lunch after a round of golf with a good mix of friends, someone asked, “Did you hear Scottie Scheffler’s comments before The Open?” The responses—from a group that included several avid golf fans—were varied, thoughtful, and insightful. We unpacked what he said, what he might have meant, and how he said it. Having just written about it the night before, I shared what I posted and yet, there was still more to say!

So grateful for these relationships AND how committed to excellence these people are...

Scottie's remarks made for excellent conversation because ultimately, he is asking the question we all must ask of ourselves, of others, of our society. What makes for a fulfilling life? Whether he knows it or not, he gave the answer and left room for one more: commitment to excellence, relationships and mystery.

Commitment to Excellence:
No one will question Scottie Scheffler's commitment to excellence. His has been ranked number one in the world since 2023. He works extraordinarily hard at a singular endeavor and his efforts result in Ws....by many strokes. By the age of 29, has won four majors and is just one title away from a career Grand Slam.

But what haunts Scottie has haunted many others, including tennis legend, Andre Agassi. In his autobiography "Open," he confessed "part of my discomfort with tennis has always been a nagging sense that it is meaningless." His remarks don't strike me as shallow or seeking sympathy. Sure, the life of a professional athlete appears to glamorous and desirable, but it comes with questions of deeper meaning. (The article "What's the point?" offers several examples of athletes who raise this question). And it should. No lives are being saved, no nations defended or lessons learned. So what, right? 

The late, great American football coach Vince Lombardi offers important advice. He said, "The quality of a man's life is in direct proportion to his commitment to excellence, regardless of his chosen field of endeavor."

I love his message because it speaks to all of us—to Tom Brady, my parish priest, teachers, truckers, dancers and doctors. Every person can commit themselves to excellence in their work. Moms and dads, aunts and uncles, artists, accountants, offensive linemen, wide receivers, bat boys and girls, politicians and the police. 

While professional athletics is a highly favored field of endeavor, what about those who labor in less desirable circumstances? I would argue the commitment to excellence remains (although I'm struggling with the example of the meter maid). Nothing beats the feeling of completing a hard task and a job well done. Easy for me to say, but I can't help but think this is inherent to the story of a Helen Tobolksi. She served on the custodial staff at the University of Notre Dame and tragically, she was killed at the age of 62 on campus. Her killer has never been found.

I have wanted to write about her since I read the piece "A Life Lost, A Mystery Unsolved," in the Spring 2025 issue of Notre Dame magazine. Ken Bradford '76 said, "she had been an ND employee for 13 years, Her primary job was as a maid in Grace Hall, then a men's dorm, but she picked up extra hours cleaning academic buildings." I encourage you to read the rest of the story here.

I've never questioned the value of a custodian's work. While their jobs may not be glamorous or widely sought-after, maids and janitors are essential workers whose labor deserves deep respect. Our spaces are cleaner, healthier, and better because of their daily efforts.

Indeed there are those who never question if their work matters and as with Scottie, there are those who do—but we can all consider our commitment to excellence. A fulfilling life is found part and parcel right there. I believe Scottie has a sense of that AND yet he seeks more. This is where relationships weigh in...

Relationships
Unlike Agassi who also revealed that he hated tennis. Scottie said, "I love the challenge. I love being able to play this game for a living. It’s one of the greatest joys of my life, but does it fill the deepest wants and desires of my heart? Absolutely not.” Instead, Scheffler said that his family mattered far more – and he would stop playing professional golf if it ever affected his relationship with his wife, Meredith, and his son, Bennett. 

Clearly, those words weren't in vain. Moments after sinking his final putt, Scottie embraced his wife and held tight to his 14-month-old son. Seeing him cradle both Bennett and the Claret Jug spoke volumes. Watching Scottie and his caddie, Teddy, laugh and play with Bennett on the green was heartwarming. Even his parents, Scott and Diane, were there—his dad handing off an iPhone for a celebratory photo with his mom. That’s as normal as it gets! Support from family, friends, and teammates matters—and it’s one of the most meaningful byproducts of the relationships we build.

The importance of relationships for a fulfilling life is not new. It's far from a best kept secret. As one of my favorite authors, Gretchen Rubin—notes, "Ancient philosophers would agree that if you had to pick one secret to a happy life, it would be strong relationships. Enduring bonds. People you confide in. People you can rely on. You need to both get and give support." 

Social scientists today add that these relationships can come in all shapes and sizes—from siblings to neighbors, colleagues and cousins. Loose ties are not to be underestimated. For example, your hairdresser, local barista, freshman English teacher or a fellow parishioner: all can have a positive impact on you.

Again, the example of Helen Tobolski weighs in. Her daughter Marilyn said "she really loved interacting with the students and got to know many of them." Upon reading those words, I thought back to the women who wore a uniform short sleeved blue coat both in the dining hall and in my dorm. I considered the work of these men and women who made Farley feel like home. I was saddened to think I didn't get to know them in the way that Helen got to know the residents of Grace Hall. I saw them. I appreciated them, but I missed out on that relationship. 

The good news is that this opportunity still exists in my work place today. Although our custodial staff doesn't wear the striking blue coat, I do know them by name. I hope they know mine.

Mystery
A commitment to excellence and relationships are the stuff of a meaningful life and yet, so is something more. So too, is this searching and this longing. We know the way—the proper path—and yet we do not. This is where Jesus' invitation "Come and See" offers respite and opportunity. 

Saint Augustine has said "our hearts are restless until they rest in thee." While many people know the prophetic words of this doctor of the Church, it's worth remembering the first part: You have made us for yourself O God.

Jesus' invitation coupled with the understanding for what we have been made—whether we play professional golf or clean dorms—require a commitment to excellence and a relationship to The Divine, the great Mystery—to Godself.  

I can't help but think Helen Tobolski lived a fulfilling life. And in spite of his questions, I think Scottie does too. Please weigh in on this one.... 

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Scottie 
Scheffler family

Existential Excellence: Scottie Scheffler’s Search for Meaning...and Ours, Too.

As I watched Scottie Scheffler hoist the Claret Jug after his first Open Championship victory, it was hard to reconcile the moment with something he had said just the day before: “This is not a fulfilling life.” Those were the words of the world’s No. 1 golfer on the eve of the final major of the year. According to ESPN, Scheffler admitted, “That is something that I wrestle with on a daily basis.” He continued, “It’s like showing up at the Masters every year—why do I want to win this golf tournament so badly? Why do I want to win the Open Championship so badly? I don’t know, because if I win, it’s going to be awesome for two minutes.”

He went even further: “I’m not out here to inspire the next generation of golfers. I’m not out here to inspire someone to be the best player in the world, because what’s the point?” He paused and asked, “Does this make any sense?”

Yes. And that's exactly why Sports and Spirituality would like weigh in

It's natural for golf writers is to compare Scottie to the other greats in the game. ESPN writes, "Scheffler, 29, is now the third-youngest player with 15 PGA Tour victories and four majors; only Tiger (24) and Jack Nicklaus (25) were younger. He is only the fourth golfer to win the Masters, PGA Championship and The Open before turning 30; Woods, Nicklaus and Gary Player were the others. That's elite company." Indeed it is. 

There’s value in understanding a player’s impact by comparing them to those who came before, but Scottie Scheffler’s story is still unfolding. Yes, he’s made significant strides in his short game—switching from a blade to a mallet putter and adopting a claw grip for short putts has paid dividends. And sure, his unorthodox "dancing feet" contribute to the power and consistency of his swing.

But there’s something more—something different. It’s what makes fellow pros like Xander Schauffele admit, “He’s a tough man to beat, and when you see his name up on the leaderboard, it sucks for us.”

So what is that difference? Does Scottie know it? Do we? And once we recognize it—what do we do with it?

I’m not an expert on Scottie Scheffler—I’ll leave the swing analysis, stats, and shot-tracking to the golf pros and technicians. But as a fan—of golf, of sports, and of the 6'3" Texan (originally from New Jersey)—I find myself drawn to something deeper. Pablo Torre, co-host of Pardon the Interruption, captured it perfectly:

"He talks about the game like he is a character in a documentary about his life, twenty years from now. He has this sort of existential wisdom as to why he is not fulfilled by it, but he is nonetheless obsessed with it. He's not the conventional superstar. He's not going to say ‘I want to be an all-time immortal, I want to be a global superstar.’ He's different."

And that difference is exactly what makes him so compelling. It was evident in the interview, where he openly shared the questions he wrestles with—about the game’s purpose and how he lives with its uncertainty. But it was also on display in his final-round pairing with Haotong Li.

Several times, I looked up at the screen and saw something rare for a Sunday at a major: Scheffler and Li laughing, smiling, and playing at a relaxed, almost unhurried pace. Golf Magazine writes, “It was actually super calm, and he’s such a lovely guy to play with,” Li said afterward. “We joked with each other a bit—it was just so nice.” This wasn’t the typical high-stakes showdown or theatrical duel between golf’s titans. Instead, it was two pros—one the world’s best—sharing genuine joy in the moment. That was different.

Given the gravity of the tournament, the massive prize purse, and the pressure that usually defines a major Sunday, the joy I witnessed between them made me appreciate Scottie Scheffler all the more. But where do we go from here? And where does Scottie go? Where should he go? 

If I were Scottie Scheffler’s spiritual director (happy to take that call, Scottie!), I’d encourage him to rest in appreciation. I’d remind him not to get caught up in the “two minutes later” the media keeps asking about—or to look too far ahead. Instead: savor the success. Taste the tears.

Being fully present in a moment or holding on to one while it is happening is a spiritual discipline. I’ve seen it in sports and beyond.

For example, when the San Francisco Giants won their first World Series in 2010, I clung to that title—World Series Champions—everyday until the Cardinals claimed it in 2011. I remember going to the ball park the entire year after and looking at that WS banner with utter delight.

Scottie, you are the 2025 Open Champion. That is yours. No one can take it from you. Enjoy every minute of it.

It’s no accident that the Masters champion is often seen wearing the iconic green jacket during interviews and on late-night television in the days and weeks following the tournament. Just as two people proudly embrace their title of "newlyweds" after a wedding, certain moments in life come with visible signs or symbols. Whether its a jacket or a ring, a name change or a title, these markers allow others to recognize and celebrate the leap and/or accomplishment someone has made. They spark joy, invite applause, and affirm a significant transition. I believe this is the stuff of a fulfilling life.

Scottie already does this, but I think it's ever important to bring others into the fold. He thanked his wife, and held his son on the biggest stage. He honored his parents and sisters. He praised his coach and caddy. His success is their success. No one achieves great things by themselves. He doesn't need the reminder but when asking How or Why? it's important to consider others, too. An individual sport makes this question less likely, both also that much more important.

Finally, Scottie should know is that he’s far from the first to feel this kind of angst. He’s not the only existential athlete. Yes, he’s different—but in this way, he’s not.

An important article we read in my class, “Experiencing Life’s Flow: Sports and the Spiritual Life” by Patrick Kelly, SJ, echoes Scottie’s questions and concerns. It reminds us that even those who reach the pinnacle of their sport can be left asking, “Is this it?”

Jackson had learned from his days as a champion player with the New York Knicks that “winning is ephemeral.” He writes about the Knicks winning the N.B.A. championship against the Los Angeles Lakers in the 1971-72 season. Two days after the victory, the team was in New York for a celebration with families and friends, where movie stars like Robert Redford and Dustin Hoffman had also gathered. Jackson felt it should have been the happiest day of his life. “But the intense feeling of connection with my teammates I had experienced in L.A. seemed like a distant memory. Instead of being overwhelmed with joy, I felt empty and confused. Was this it? I kept saying to myself. Is this what was supposed to bring me happiness? Clearly the answer lay somewhere else.”

Scottie Scheffler isn’t the only one raising questions about what makes a life fulfilling. He’s not the only one asking, “What’s the point?”

His honesty, his humility, his quiet conviction, his positive presence on the course amidst those questions and quandaries stand out. I appreciate the similarity and the difference.  I’d dare say: golf is a better game because of you. Congratulations to you Scottie, your family and your team.

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Claret Jug
Laughing

Tale of Two Teammates: Triumph and Tragedy

Classmate is not a word I use lightly. It carries weight—more so as I get older. To call someone a classmate means we shared a chapter of life: the same hallways, common experiences, mutual struggles, and collective victories. I may not know every classmate well—for instance, at Notre Dame, I had about 1,800 of them—but there’s something intangible that connects us. Recent events, both triumphant and tragic surrounding the University of Virginia Class of 2029 made me reflect on the classmates we never get to meet.

My niece and God daughter Grace is headed to Charlottesville this fall. She will join approximately 4,000 other undergraduate students in pursuit of furthering their education and their dreams. She knows her roommate, her dorm and what classes she will be taking. She doesn't need to declare a major until Sophomore year but is looking to pursue a degree in Biology. Grace is not the only student from her high school going to UVA, but no doubt she will be meeting new men and women—her classmates who hail from all over the US. However, two of them won't be there for two very different reasons.

A tale of triumph
Although Novak Djokovic remains on the tour, the retirement of Roger Federer and Rafael Nadal ushered in a new era for men's tennis. A youth movement has taken surge and for now Jannik Sinner and Carlos Alcaraz are leading the pack. But one up and coming player is an 18-year old from Rio de Janiero, João Fonseca. The Brazilian had committed to play NCAA tennis at UVA, but after reaching the quarterfinals of the 500-level tournament, Fonseca decided forgo his college plans and pursue tennis professionally.

According to a statement posted on his Instagram account, “It was an incredibly tough decision for me and my family as I have been dreaming about living a college life in Charlottesville, playing the sport that l love with a wonderful team and coach, but, in the last months, professional tennis called me in a way that I simply couldn't say ‘no’.” 

He added, “Although I will not be attending school, I think it is an extremely valuable and viable path for young tennis players (on) their way to professional careers.”

You wouldn’t have seen him in UVA’s blue and orange or Brazil’s green and gold—Wimbledon’s strict dress code wouldn’t allow it—but perhaps you caught a glimpse of João on the grass courts this summer. He made it to the third round, becoming the youngest man to do so since Australia's Bernard Tomic in 2011. Can I get a Cavalier "Wah-hoo-wa!"

A tale of tragedy
The 2025 JSN Colloquium on Jesuit Education at Creighton University was moving, memorable, affirming and challenging. Over 425 educators from Jesuit schools across the country, Canada and Puerto Rico gathered for keynote speakers, panel responses, small group sharing and experiences of prayer in June. 

Jamal Adams, the new President of Loyola High School in Los Angeles, led our first communal Ignatian Reflection. He spoke candidly about the profound challenges his school community faced in 2025. Many families lost their homes in the LA wildfires. In response, the school became a hub of support—a gathering place for those displaced and in need of essentials. The weight of what they carried was palpable, knowing that friends, families, and neighbors were forced to evacuate, relocate, and rebuild their lives. Others on staff felt called to bear witness to this hardship. One teacher said "this semester was like swimming through glue." That image has stayed with me.

I came to find out that a senior named Braun Levi and his family relocated to Manhattan Beach after losing their home in the Palisades fire. On Sunday, May 4, 2025 Braun was killed by a drunk driver. I couldn't process all that I had heard. Losing a home? Losing a life? A son? A student? A friend? I had no words. Another Loyola teacher said "we were just surviving." Given a string of tragedies we had at St. Ignatius about ten years ago, I'm sad to say, "I understand."

Braun was a nationally ranked player, a four-year varsity starter at Loyola, and the Cubs' team captain. Essentially Sports writes,

His coach, Brian Held, spoke to The Los Angeles Times on May 5, saying Levi was “probably the most decorated player to ever play for the school.” Loyola High School’s athletic department echoed that sentiment in a moving tribute on Instagram: “His lovable personality, infectious smile, and boundless energy made him a beloved member of the Loyola community. He was a true Man for and With Others, and we will miss him dearly.”

He was also committed to play at the University of Virginia, starting this fall. When I shared this news with my niece, she pulled up the United States Tennis Association's remarkable tribute Live Like Braun Levi: The Bright Legacy of Loyola High School’s Tennis Star. Together, we both read the entire post. 

I wonder if Grace and Braun would have been friends. His younger sister Adelle said she was his best friend. Their father Dan, said he was and then added, "he made everyone feel that way." I mourn for the Levi family, for the Loyola school community, his former classmates and those who could have been.

Let Us Remember

The 25 year reunion for the Class of 1996 took place in June of 2022. Because of COVID our celebration took place one year later but this did not deter my classmates from showing up. (In fact people are still talking about us. That's right the Class of 1996 came, saw and conquered). One of the most memorable gatherings that weekend was a class mass in Cavanaugh Hall. After the eucharist, a classmate shared a slide show featuring the names and pictures of over 40 classmates who had died. Several were friends. A few were surprising to me. It was both beautiful and difficult, but necessary. We belong to each other, whether we share the journey in practice or in theory, in chronos or kairos, here and now or in our dreams. 

Thinking about both João and Braun and in remembering my own classmates and teammates, I cannot help but realize to know and call another person by either title—sometimes both!—is a blessing. It is a gift, defined by time and space—both ordinary and sacred. Blessed be.

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Fist bump: Joao
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Why Go on Immersion? Tom Brady Weighs In

In his New England Patriot's Hall of Fame Induction speech, Tom Brady said that young people should play football for but one simple reason: it's hard. Those words resonate with my belief about service and the immersion program at Saint Ignatius College Prep.

I write this after spending a week at Jerusalem Farm in northeast Kansas City—one of ten immersion experiences offered to rising seniors through the Arrupe Center for Social Justice at SI. These service trips, often referred to as “urban plunges,” are a hallmark of many Catholic schools across the country and take place during fall, spring, or summer breaks. Each experience is rooted in our shared mission: to live out a faith that does justice.

I have taken students on many of these service endeavors—to El Salvador. East LA, Tijuana, Camden NJ, Chicago IL and Wheeling, WV. Each trip asks something of me and of young people. I have anxiety before the trip begins and am always relieved when it ends. No matter the location and type of service, I believe in the power (and the glory) of this program. I don't want to wax overly sentimental about what is a seven day venture, but I am a better teacher, colleague, and friend because of my participation in the program. Why? It's hard. And as immersion reveals to all of us, so is life. Brady reminded his audience of both. He said,

I get asked a lot if my kids play football. My response is that I’ll support them in any of their dreams. Whatever makes them happy makes me happy. I would encourage everyone to play football for the simple reason that it is hard.

It’s hard when you’re young to wake up in the offseason at 6 AM to go train and workout, knowing that all your friends are sleeping in and eating pancakes. It’s hard when you’re on your way to practice, weighed down with all your gear, and it’s 90 degrees out, and all the other kids are at the pool or at the beach, and your body is already completely exhausted from workouts and two-a-days. It’s hard to throw, catch, block, and tackle, and hit kids when they’re way bigger and way more developed than you, only to go home that night, bruised and battered and strained, but knowing you have to show up again the next day for just the chance to try again.

But understand this, Life is hard. No matter who you are, there are bumps and hits and bruises along the way. And my advice is to prepare yourself because football lessons teach us that success and achievement come from overcoming adversity, and that team accomplishment far exceeds anyone’s individual goals. To be successful at anything, the truth is you don’t have to be special. You just have to be what most people aren’t. Consistent, determined, and willing to work for it.  No shortcuts.

One need not go on a service trip to get it. A young person does not need to give up one or two weeks of their summer to understand  life is hard. Challenges abound. And yet, I would like to suggest the fierce commitment of the host cites, like Jerusalem Farm to: live simply, pray daily (many time), live in community and give of ourselves in service put each of us to the test.  

As we were driving to the airport, one of the boys in my group confessed that after the second day, he wasn't sure if he could do it. Students give up their cell phones, they share a room with eight to ten other students, and eat vegetarian all week (unless meat is donated). Their schedule is not their own—rising early, beginning the day with prayer, and morning chores. They too were waking up at 6 AM—no sleeping in....pancakes are a long shot. 

On the Farm, no matter who asks What time is it? the answer is the same. It's 10:10. JFarm asks folks to limit showers to every other day, while consider taking a bucket shower at that. The bulk of the day is given to manual labor and working beside others in the community. They aren't two-a-days but they are demanding.

My student's realization was not lost on me. Last year the temperatures were in the upper 90s with high humidity. We worked outside and whereas I used to pride myself on my work ethic and ability to do what the students did, I was forced to confront much more than my limitations. I didn't know if I could do it either. However, I participated in this same immersion last year. I knew what I getting into so I  committed to taking and making it one day at a time. Still this senior's confession is important because in the midst of that doubt, he found a way. He worked hard. He did it and did it well. And he wasn't alone. 

In our service work, we met with people who found support and stability from the community at a Catholic Worker House. Residents had been through rehab and found the "work" helped them maintain their sobriety. This venue has a soup kitchen, a "store" for free clothing and bathrooms. My students cleaned the showers and toilets that people found respite in using. We realized how easy it is to take a clean towel and a safe, private space for granted.

When a man in wheelchair came after hours asking for a cup of water, the leader said "let me check in on him." She hadn't seen him since he lost his foot, from the frost bite of the winter months. He admitted that he was struggling. We remembered him in prayer that evening.

The day that might have been the most physically demanding proved to be the most rewarding, too. After using both jack and sledge hammers, we tossed broken concrete into a dumpster, tore down siding, and eliminated a few wasp nests. Much more than our muscles were engaged in this effort. We learned that the refurbished house would be going to the man who was working beside us. He was a refugee from the Congo whose family fled to Tanzania before he moved to Kansas City. One of my students spoke to him in French. Whether it's the American dream or God's dream for this man and his family—to know and understand he would have his own home is incredible. My heart was full.

The great irony in all of this is that in spite of being hard, football and immersion yield something very precious—close friendships, pride and a sense of accomplishment. Not a bad way to spend a summer.

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Tyrese Haliburton's 10 Essentials

Inspiration has a mind of its own. It doesn't follow rules; it disobeys deadlines. I have yet to find inspiration or creativity on demand—when, where and how it unfolds is a mystery. So when it comes, seize the day, hour or minute. And that explains why, I am outlining the introductory assignment for the Fall 2025 semester of Sports and Spirituality here and now.

With the league MVP and a strong bench, the Oklahoma City Thunder were heavily favored to win the NBA title and succeeded. However, the Indiana Pacers put up a fight—and an exciting one at that. The Pacers beat the odds on their journey to the championship—both in Vegas and winning games with buzzer beaters, while overcoming ten, twelve and even 2o point deficits. They played with so much heart and the beat of it can be attributed to third year player, Tyrese Haliburton.

Tyrese Haliburton has quickly risen to become one of the NBA’s premier young point guards.Standing at 6'5" and 185 pounds, Haliburton is known for his exceptional court vision, playmaking, and efficient scoring. A recent injury, a torn Achilles in Game 7 only raises the questions of "What if?" No doubt this  is a major setback, but his talent and character suggest he could return even stronger. I get the sense that he will utilize one of his ten essentials: the Bible to help along the way.

In fact, Haliburton said that the Good Book is his number one on his list of ten essentials. This is because 

Over the past two years, religion has become very important in my life—just understanding that I'm made in the image of God in a world where if you have a bad game or they're killing you on social media or confidence goes up and down— you can always come right here. This is my peace. I understand that I am made in His image and that He is the only one who can judge me. 

Growing up, the verse that everybody got. tattooed was Philippians 4:13 I can do all do through Christ who strengthens me and I always believed in that, but I never read a Bible, so it's been important to me last two years. 

I didn't go to church growing up so when I got the NBA, they do chapel before every game. So when sixty in on the clock there's always a meeting where both teams, coaches, everybody's welcome to come in and do like a 15 minute service. Harrison Barnes was my vet, so I used to always go with him and then when I got traded, I started going with Buddy (Hield) and now Buddy's gone, so it's really just me most of the time and it's been really good for me,

I was surprised to learn that the NBA holds chapel services so close to game time. Tyrese Haliburton’s testimony about the peace he finds in God’s Word was deeply moving. It made me wonder how many other players turn to prayer as a way to center themselves and find focus before stepping onto the court. I always thought "what if any religious article might be listed in my own 10 Essentials." 

This is a question I will be inviting my seniors to consider. I realized I don't even have ten items. What might yours be? So far I have included:

1. My grandfather's All-Ireland medal.
2. Golf clubs, but most especially my 9-wood. 
3. a deck of cards
4. lap top
5. car keys
6. green Masters hat
7. —10. TBD!
   

I came across this video because one of my students asked me if I had heard Haliburton talk. She said his voice is "not what you expect." I responded, "Do you mean it is unique, like Pat Mahomes?" That conversation prompted me to learn more. I happened upon this interview and just two minutes in—inspiration or was in the Holy Spirit led me to something new. 

I will be asking my students to create a video of their own so that I can get to know them and what they value. What I find interesting and surprising is that Haliburton, a pro basketball player didn't include anything related to basketball. No stones however have been thrown here. Please see my list. I'm a theology teacher and work in the office of adult spirituality, and I'm without a spiritual resource or religious relic. There is however, plenty of inspiration, creative, Sports and Spirituality between the two of us. Amen.

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Tyrese with Scripture

The Gifts of and from Barry Bonds

Later today, I’ll head to the house that Barry Bonds built. You read that right. Oracle Park—formerly Pacific Bell Park, SBC Park, and AT&T Park—would not have risen from the shores of China Basin in San Francisco’s SoMa district without the home run king. While many played a role in bringing this gem of a ballpark to life, failing to recognize #25 as the central figure is shortsighted. Furthermore, Bonds does not become the home run king without his father, Bobby and his Godfather, Willie Mays. Both men were outstanding players who shaped Barry in a different way. And the interview of Barry Bonds by KNBR's Murph and Marcus on the one-year anniversary of the Say Hey Kid's passing offers wonderful insight into their influence, impact and Sports and Spirituality.

To know Barry Bonds, follow Barry Bonds and listen to Bonds on Bonds is an exercise in question and conflict, grace and discord. I love him and I don't know what to do with him. I recently got into a heated argument with a friend who wanted to know if I think Bonds will be in the MLB Hall of Fame. His inquiry is one many people ask. It was however, the spirit behind the question that made me uncomfortable and defensive. Barry's my guy and yet, he's not. What to do?

I believe it’s an act of generosity to see someone at their best. At the same time, it’s foolish to ignore a person’s wisdom or fail to learn from their greatness. But it’s equally unwise to dismiss the past, excuse bad behavior, or overlook selfish choices and ulterior motives. The truth is, I don’t know Barry Bonds personally—he’s not a colleague or a friend. He’s a public figure, a fourteen time All-Star, seven time MVP and, as noted here, someone who helped make something very special in San Francisco possible. Somehow, I’m able to hold all of that—his brilliance, his flaws, and his impact—at once.

When Barry signed with the San Francisco Giants in 1993, he intended to wear #24, the number he wore for most of his time with the Pittsburgh Pirates, and the number worn by his Godfather, Willie Mays. 

Mays actually gave his blessing for Bonds to wear #24. However, there was a public outcry and media commotion surrounding the idea of unretiring what has long been associated with the Say Hey Kid. 

Ultimately, Bonds decided to wear number 25 in honor of his father, Bobby Bonds, who also wore number 25 during his time with the Giants. Bobby Bonds was a teammate of Mays and also served as a mentor to Barry. 

No doubt Willie gave Barry much more than literally the number off of his back. As noted in the interview, he gave Barry both permission and encouragement to surpass his record of 600 home runs. He gave him the support and love that at times was elusive from his own father, Bobby. 

To wrap up the interview Brian Murphy said "one year ago we lost Willie, right away—what is your favorite favorite story, memory, instant anecdote. What do you think about?

"My Godfather. That's it" said Bonds.

Murphy responded, "watching the game?"

"No."

"Hanging out on the back porch?"

"No, said Bonds. I have one thing of Willie's, and it's a picture of him and me. But the greatest gift that I ever got from my Godfather is him saying "I will be your Godfather. There's no greater gift I could ever have."

I heard these words and paused. I can't believe it took watching an interview of Barry Bonds for me to realize the importance of my own Godmother and my own role as one. What were all Godparents and Godchildren to understand, appreciate and hold this simple truth? Might we live that role differently? Would be appreciate our Godparents more? 

Part of why baseball fans love the game is that it moves at a pace different than other sports. There is action and inaction in baseball. Its cadence allows for us to stand up and cheer, sit down and look around. We have space to think and ponder, recall and reminisce. Today I will take the words, the lesson and insights from Bonds with the me to the yard—grateful that he is a key reason I can sit in View Reserved, Row 16, Seat 5.

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Bond and Bonds
Laughing with Willie

Carnage, Catastrophe, Brtuality and Beauty: Thoughts on the Story of the 2025 U.S. Open.

The leaderboard on Sunday morning for the final round of the 125th U.S. Open felt... underwhelming. No marquee names, fan favorites, or likely heroes were anywhere in sight. Any claim to the contrary likely came from someone managing a Fantasy team. Analysts must have proclaimed a dozen times, “the winner is Oakmont.” But as we know "this wasn't a storybook finish — storybooks only wish they could be this good." So here are but a few of the plot points and characters that need a nod and are worth remembering.

Carnage and catastrophe
Oakmont Country Club is widely considered one of the most difficult golf courses in the world, and for good reason. In addition to lightning fast greens, brutal rough, and narrow fairways, it has deep and steep bunkers (surrounded by that 5" rough) and plays to a par 70, at just over 7,300 yards. Physically and mentally it is relentless. "The Best of the East" rewards patience, precision, and discipline—and punishes everything else. And if you caught the final round, that is precisely what you saw.

Rarely have I seen such carnage and catastrophe. One player after another couldn't get out of the bunker. Balls that should have been a "green in regulation" stayed for seconds before rolling off and into more rough. Players missed routine putts. Every golfer I know has experienced this level of frustration—it's just rare to see it from so many in the field. 

But a few were able to keep their composure. The struggle was so real. In the same way we rubberneck—availing our eyes to carnage—it was hard to turn away from the TV. Maybe you didn't have the stomach to take it all in, but for those who stayed, they know: the story doesn't end in defeat. From the catastrophe emerged a new champion: J. J. Spaun.

An Unsuspecting Hero
Before the 2025 U.S. Open, Spaun’s résumé included four pro wins—across developmental and professional tours—and one PGA Tour victory. His rise from walk‑on college player to major champion is the stuff of great stories. But if I were to tell you the winner "bogeyed five of the first six holes—carding a 40 (+4) on the front-nine of the final round," you would say that is a tall tale. It's not. 

With four birdies on the back nine, Spaun carded a 72 (+2 over par) and was the only player in the tournament to finish under par—with a total score of 279 (one under par). To me, this is where the story gets interesting.

A Win of Biblical Proportions
Spaun sealed the win with an incredible 64-foot putt on the 18th hole. Yes, he got a good read from Viktor Hoveland; it was quite an exclamation putt, I might point. However, he might not have been put in that position were it not for a 96-minute rain delay. As written on the TODAY show website, 

Spaun says the rain delay proved to be a game changer.

“Actually, it was a gift from God, honestly,” he said June 17 on TODAY, noting that his caddie's father died a year ago on Father's Day.

He also recalled having to sit through a delay after getting off to a bad start while leading on Sunday at the 2025 Players Championship, only to do better and make a playoff once play resumed.

Spaun said he and his caddie, Mark Carens, knew the delay at the Open would help them out.

“When that horn blew on the ninth tee, we looked at each other and said, ‘This is exactly what we needed.’ So we went back in, reset and (I) came back out a different man,” he said.

Carens then came out to explain what happened during the rain delay.

“He changed clothes, he changed everything,” he said.

If I were only reading and teaching this story, I’d likely focus on its symbolism—how a forced delay can serve as a form of purification, and how the act of shedding the old makes space for something new to emerge. While the Bible doesn’t mention “rain delays” in a literal or casual sense, it does feature weather-related interruptions and divine uses of rain that alter human plans and timelines. The most well-known example, of course, is Noah’s 40 days and 40 nights—a delay of transformative proportions. But sports fans need not go that far back to find that example. 

The 2016 Chicago Cubs all cite the 17 minute rain delay in Game 7 of the World Series as to why they beat the Cleveland Indians. Cubs outfielder, Jason Heyward gave a “beautiful” speech, which preceded an open discussion. As written in Rain delay for the ages becomes part of Cubs’ lore, “We all had heart to hearts, we all felt we had to say things that were on our minds and get them off our chest,” Russell said. “We reached new levels when you talk about that stuff. Grown men talking about that stuff, it doesn’t matter. The fact that we did it here in the World Series.” That break from the heavy skies ended a 108 year drought for Cubs fans. A championship had returned to Wrigley field anew.

I Never Want the Story to End.
A great match or contest doesn't end. How? Why? It leaves us with so much to reflect upon and remember. I found myself analyzing, revisiting and reconnecting events of the day. I was able to watch the match with my Dad on Father's Day. We have talked about what we witnessed—together—in the days thereafter.

There are stories within the story (J.J. Spaun going to CVS at 3:30 a.m. for his daughter), wrongs that can't be made right (the ruling on Sam Burns who was asking for relief from his ball in standing water) and connections that need to be made (what other rain delays have occurred in sports history?!).

As Jay Busbee of Yahoo Sports writes

This was the right stroke, in the right tournament, at the right time, for the right player. This was one of those why-we-watch moments, a triumph in the evening fog, a victory for the little guy in a sport increasingly tilted against the little guys. This wasn't a storybook finish — storybooks only wish they could be this good.

Thank you to the players, the USGA and Oakmont Country Club who made the 125th US Open brutal and beautiful. What a great story....!

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TODAY Show: Trophy
Rain delay

Pope Leo XVI Meets Jannik Sinner: Where the Culture of Encounter Ought to Go

Much has been made of Pope Leo XVI's recent meeting with tennis' number one player on the men's tour, Jannik Sinner. From the puns associated with the Italian athlete's surname to their common "love" of the game, the reports of this encounter can't leave Catholics and sports fans without a smile. For example, upon giving the Holy Father one of his rackets and a ball as written by NPR, "the three-time Grand Slam champion suggested a quick volley. But the pope looked around at the antiques and said, "Better not." Though his papacy is nascent, it's obvious that this pontiff will continue—if not extend—the culture of encounter preached and promoted by Pope Francis. I believe that is incredibly important. However, this particular meeting raises an important question for me. If an encounter is but an exchange of pleasantries and puns, gifts and goodness, it falls short. It remains but a photo opportunity. My hope is that a meeting like this offers the time and space to raise questions and express concerns. And in the case of meeting with Jannik Sinner, I believe the culture of doping and the usage of PEDs in tennis ought to be acknowledged and addressed.

On March 14, 2025, Sinner visited the pope at the Vatican, along with his parents and Alberto Binaghi, the president of the Italian Tennis Federation, during the Italian Open in Rome, after returning to the game following a three-month doping ban.

As written in The Guardian,

Sinner tested positive for low levels of a metabolite of clostebol, a banned anabolic steroid that can be used for ophthalmological and dermatological use. It's the same drug for which San Diego Padres star Fernando Tatis Jr. was suspended by MLB.

Sinner tested positive again eight days later in an out-of-competition sample.

Sinner failed a drug test twice. Sinner's explanation — that trace amounts of Clostebol in his doping sample was due to a massage from a trainer who used the substance after cutting his own finger — were accepted. Originally,  he was allowed to compete without suspension, raising questions about the treatment of high profile athletes. Eventually, Sinner accepted a three-month ban in a settlement with the World Anti-Doping Agency. 

You can decide for yourself what to make of Sinner's story. Much has been written and reported. I don't feel good about it. Personally, I don't celebrate this encounter in the way I wish I could, so I turned to a friend with my questions. I expressed my concerns.

I asked, What is the best we could hope for in this encounter? Given the timing and publicity of Sinner's case, we agreed that it could be opportune for the Holy Father to inquire about the culture of doping surrounding the sport. Making accusations or assigning blame is not appropriate. Asking about the pressure, temptation, policies, provision and communication around PEDs—defining, testing, banning and more is essential to understanding the decisions that athletes make. What are the conversations you are having with your physio? your doctor, your team? yourself? 

My friend added that the encounter could also serve as a space to remind a person of their moral responsibility to others. In this case, the Pope could  As the number one player in the world. countless others—young people, tennis players, sports fans, Italians and Catholic look to you to set an example. You have great power and responsibility—whether you want it or not. I urge you to choose the good. I encourage you to live with integrity. Make the game we both love even greater by the holistic use of your talent, style, mentality and more.  

It's possible that Pope Leo and Sinner had a serious conversation—a private one. I respect that we might not be privy to it all. As noted in 2024 US Open champion Jannik Sinner meets with Pope Leo XIV "during the audience, Binaghi gave the pope an honorary federation card, and the pontiff and Sinner posed for photos with the Davis Cup trophy that Sinner helped Italy win in 2023 and 2024, as well as the Billie Jean King Cup trophy won by the women in 2024, led by 2025 Italian Open women's champion Jasmine Paolini."

"We all felt the passion that Leo XIV has for our sport and this filled us with pride," Binaghi said in a statement. "We hope to embrace the Holy Father again soon, maybe on a tennis court."

Who knows, that might be the right place, right time for the next encounter.

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Pope and Sinner
Trophy

The Sacrament of Confirmation: You'll Never Walk Alone

It's Confirmation season in the Catholic Church. As the third and final sacrament of initiation, Confirmation strengthens and deepens the grace received at Baptism. It seals the person with the gift of the Holy Spirit, empowering them to live as adults in the Church who are called to witness to Christ. It is not meant to be a Catholic "Bar/Bat Mitzvah." Other think of it as Catholic graduation. It need not be relegated to a second class sacrament. Perhaps Sports and Spirituality can help. 

It makes sense to me that the word Confirmation means “to strengthen” or “to make firm.” Receiving this sacrament requires personal preparation through prayer, study and reflection. Athletes are not strangers to a regime of strength training, self discipline, and teamwork. In Confirmation, a young person confirms their intention to live as a mature member of the Church. The training or this important sacrament are designed to help them take that step with faith and confidence.

I had the opportunity to witness this firsthand when I met with the eighth graders at Notre Dame des Victoires in San Francisco during their Confirmation retreat. To share a small, but important part of their journey was an honor and a privilege. And what stood out to be about this retreat is that it  included both Confirmands and sponsor. In my opening remarks, I acknowledged that special component of the retreat. I said, "As they sing in Liverpool You'll Never Walk Alone." I got smiles from all of the soccer fans in attendance.

In Baptism, a child is given God parents. In Confirmation the confirmands choose a sponsor—a spiritual mentor who can help them grow in their relationship with God and live out their Catholic faith more fully. Practically speaking, sponsors  stand as witnesses during the Confirmation ceremony, publicly affirming their commitment to support the confirmands. Ideally, their role doesn’t end with the ceremony. A sponsor is encouraged to extend guidance, encouragement, and prayer as they continue their journey in faith. I think we can all use a good sponsor! 

Many of the sponsors on the retreat were extended family members—aunts, uncles and cousins. Some were the parents of the confirmand's friends. A few were even former teachers and neighbors. Each one in attendance was there to listen and learn, lead, guide and offer an assist when necessary. I had both parties interview one another (email me if you want the questions). They trusted the process. That time together was a win.

But, I also wanted to be realistic about the role of a sponsor. I thought of a quote from the legendary, late St. Ignatius High School football coach—Vince Tringali. When asked, "What do you get out of coaching?" he said: 

What you get from coaching is a relationship. And for some it only lasts a season. Still others, ask or need more of you and it extends beyond. And with some, the relationship lasts a lifetime. One that does not end in even with this life.

His words have forever resonated with me. Today I saw a photo taken from graduation day eight years ago: it features me and one of my golfers, Rachel. I attended her brother's funeral last April. I hope to play golf with her this summer. She is often in my prayer, that is but one relationship that has extended far beyond one golf season.

I think too of countless other runners, rowers and golfers who I have coached in the past. Among the majority, our relationship lasted but a singular season. Those relationships are invaluable. I learned about them and about myself in our time together.

I think this is an appropriate analogy for the role and expectation of a Confirmation Sponsor. The fruit of this shared sacred journey is a relationship. For some it may only be during the preparation and training for the sacrament. Among others, it might be one that lives long. Regardless of its tenure, I hope both Confirmand and sponsor will always pray for one another. 

Before the retreat, I thought back to my own sponsor, Diane Woods. She was our neighbor, a member of our parish and one of the most loving, warm, lively and kind women I knew. I was so excited to ask her to accompany me on my journey. When I showed the photo you see on this blog (the top one) from my Confirmation day at St. John Vianney Church, all I see is how she is looking on with great love, warmth and affection. (N.B. what is also special about this photo is that in the background stands a friend from both grade school and high school, Brian. His son attends the school where I teach!). Diane and her husband moved back to the East coast when I was in college. We lost touch over the years but I remain grateful for the seasons we shared.

With Susan at the wedding of the son of our good friend!

I have been a sponsor twice—for my dear friend Susan and my God daughter, Grace. I am but one year older than Susan but I feel a blessed kinship with her to this day for having had the privilege of being her sponsor. I should let her know, I pray for her regularly. Prayers of gratitude for her friendship, our memories, her kindness, love of her family and friends and for her faith. She asks great questions about it. Tough questions. I have always enjoyed the opportunity to think, discuss and unpack these matters with her. When my niece Grace asked me to be her sponsor, I wasn't sure if I should concede as I am already part of her faith journey. But, I realized she asked me to step up and stand in as her sponsor. How many times in life do we get to accompany those we love in such a special way?! Through both Susan and Grace, my faith was strengthened and made firm. I hope I was able to give both the sponsors and Confirmands in the room a sense of the gift of preparing for Confirmation can and will bring.

Between the grace of the sacrament, the sponsor and the Spirit, Confirmation is a worthy endeavor—training, toil and time and all! What a blessing to know "You'll Never Walk Alone." 

A fitting prayer to offer on the Feast of Pentecost, Ascension Sunday, for Confirmands and their sponsors.

Come, Holy Spirit, fill the hearts of your faithful.
And kindle in them the fire of your love.
Send forth your Spirit and they shall be created.
And you will renew the face of the earth.
O God, who by the light of the Holy Spirit.
Did instruct the hearts of the faithful, grant that by the same Holy Spirit.
We may be truly wise and ever enjoy His consolations, Through Christ Our Lord, Amen. 

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Liverpool United