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

Admiral Chris Grady asks Graduates: What Would You Fight For? His Answer? Trust and Truth

After listening to Derek Jeter’s commencement address at the University of Michigan, I started wondering which other sports legends—past and present—might be speaking to the Class of 2025. As it turns out, this year’s lineup is impressive: Simone Biles (Washington University—St. Louis), Mia Hamm (University of North Carolina—Chapel Hill), Katie Ledecky (Stanford University), Carmelo Anthony (Syracuse University), and A.J. Brown (Ole Miss), to name just a few. Who would you want to hear?

I’m not sure why a search like this hasn’t been a regular part of my work in Sports and Spirituality. Every year, I check to see where the President is speaking—this year, it's the University of Alabama—and I never miss Notre Dame’s commencement. I’ve written about athletes like Roger Federer, Harrison Butker, and Haley Scott DeMaria when they’ve crossed my radar. From now on, a full search will be part of the routine.

When I read that Admiral Christopher Brady '84 was speaking to the Notre Dame Class of 2025, I took note. As an alum and Vice Chairman and Acting Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, I understood why the graduation committee asked him to give the address. With 41 years in the Navy, he said "I have been forged by the sea. But it really started right here — I believe I was forged at Notre Dame first." While a career in the armed forces is much different than one as a professional athlete, I had to wonder Would he? Could he? make a connection to Sports and Spirituality? I am pleased to report that he did. He was inspiring, interesting and his words still sit with me.

Like many speakers, Adm. Grady sought to create a connection with his audience. As someone who once sat in their shoes (albeit not inside Notre Dame Stadium, but the Joyce Athletic Convocation Center) he asked the graduates to pledge their allegiance. While choosing between South vs. North dining hall isn't new material, when he asked the class to declare Who is our number one rival: Ohio State? Clemson? Michigan? or USC? I was utterly delighted in by their response. Go Irish. Beat Trojans (we did). He made reference to all the sports I would need. So what of spirituality?

Grady said that "trust is a precious commodity." I heard those words and the spirit moved me. I leaned in. I listened hard. He said, 

As a young officer, I learned that building and maintaining trust is essential to effective leadership, and that trust is built on a commitment to truth.

When I took command for the first time, I quickly learned that trust is a precious commodity.

First-time captains, as with any leader, have to learn to trust those around them, because no person can do it all, especially on a warship with over 300 people.

And first-time captains, especially, have to get over themselves as the only answer.

For me that came from trusting my command master chief, the ship’s senior enlisted sailor, who pulled me aside and said, “Look, captain, you’re good, but we can be great as a team if you trust the crew … we will speak truth to power if you let us.”

Now, we can debate whether trust is given or earned. But I can tell you trust is difficult to maintain, easy to lose, and — once lost — nearly impossible to get back.

And trust is built through the ruthless commitment to and pursuit of truth.

We ask, “What would you fight for?” and I answer, “truth” — truth is worth fighting for.

During every football game, the University runs an ad that asks that questions: What would you fight for? Students and professors share stories of their work, study, preoccupations that they find worth fighting for. Past responses have been: religious liberty, our country's mental health crisis, rare diseases and education reform. No part of their quest exists without trust and truth. It's integral to the fight.

As much as I love athletes and their contributions to society—art, entertainment, joy and awe, I was humbled by the work of Admiral Grady. Jeter spoke of failing his rookie season. It was challenging; it was real. But adversity, challenge and even failure have a different face in the Navy. He said, 

In my line of work, that means that no plan survives first contact with the enemy.

My best days in command were not when everything went right, but when things went wrong, and the crew — the team — responded.

Like on a beautiful day off the coast of Bahrain when a routine voyage was interrupted by a catastrophic engineering failure, and the crew responded safely, expertly and swiftly.

Or when I was a strike group commander and we had to adjust to changing enemy tactics as we sent the air wing over the beach during the fight against ISIS.

The enemy was a learning adversary, but we learned and adapted faster.

You must do the same.

I turned to my friend and said "he just dropped ISIS on us. Not sure it gets more real than that." Or should I say truthful.

Though graduation speeches can be controversial, formulaic, biased and limited—I learn something from every one of them. At Notre Dame, we have the privilege of a second speech—from the the recipient of the Laetare Medal. This address is 100% spiritual in nature. It is the most prestigious award given to American Catholics by the University of Notre Dame in recognition of outstanding service to the Catholic Church and society. It had been conferred on saints, selfless leaders, men and women in religious life, lay people and more. This year's honoree—Kerry Alys Robinson is the president and chief executive officer of Catholic Charities USA. She spoke a lot of sports, especially football.

I had to wonder if next year, the University might recognize a priest from the South Side of Chicago who has become the first American Pope. Stay tuned and rest assured I will let you know. It's part of my routine.

Blessings to the Class of 2025, to Admiral Grady and Kerry Robinson and all those who have helped these graduates and honorees in their search for truth and in building trust. Go Irish.

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Coach Free
Commencement Speaker

A Graduation Message from Derek Jeter at The Big House: Silence Made Me Better

It's graduation season. queue up "Pomp and Circumstance." We teachers dust off our black robes and hoods. Students are measured for their own. I was in the academic dean's office at school when three girls stopped by to confirm how to correctly pronounce their surnames. I know this assistant principal takes great pride in doing that right. She should!

At this time of year, one question I enjoy asking my colleagues at lunch is: Who gave the commencement address at your graduation? Many don’t remember. Some can give a general idea or share a few details. But I have a feeling the University of Michigan’s Class of 2025 won’t forget theirs. He is the 2020 MLB Hall of Fame inductee, five-time World Series champion, and legendary shortstop for the New York Yankees: Derek Sanderson Jeter.

Born in New Jersey, Jeter grew up in Kalamazoo, MI . Given that "The Captain" was a Wolverine for one year before turning pro, I wasn’t surprised by the University’s choice. I’m not a Yankee fan. I like Michigan even less, but he hit it out of the park (sorry! I couldn’t resist). I laughed. I cried. I watched it twice.

As a baseball player, I suspected he would address the importance of failure—as a mechanism for personal growth, humility and more. He did. 

If I can promise you one thing for certain: You will fail.I failed publicly. I failed miserably. There were days I literally cried because I was so bad. My first season as a professional, I made 56 errors. For the non-baseball fans, that’s hard to do intentionally.

The important thing, is to see disappointment as an opportunity to learn, not as a reason to quit.

It’s your job to make sure that a speed bump doesn’t become a roadblock.

Surrounding yourself with the right people will also help buoy you after a failure — and make your chance of success greater.

Easy for a baseball player to say, right? But to me Jeter's message had added nuance and depth. I couldn't help but think of his time with the Miami Marlins. Three years after retiring from his work on the field in baseball, Jeter became CEO and part of the ownership group. In 2022, he left his position of overseeing business and baseball operations; the Marlins had a mixed record under his leadership. To say he failed might be unfair. He faced a series of speed bumps. The road took him elsewhere.

Jeter has always spoken about the importance of his parents—the expectations they held, the way they challenged and supported him. As written in The University Record:

While you may fail on your own, Jeter said, it’s nearly impossible to succeed alone.

For Jeter, the right people included his parents. 

“I’d walk onto the field to warm up before a game, and I’d look up into the stands. People thought I was looking around and not focusing. I was really looking for mom and dad,” he said.

“It gave me comfort that I wasn’t alone, even when they physically weren’t present, I knew they believed in me, were rooting for me, were supporting me.” 

Jeter’s words remind me that true greatness comes from both within and beyond. Simone Biles — who, fittingly, spoke at St. Louis University’s commencement — has expressed the same truth. Before every competition, she would look to the stands for her parents. But during the 2021 Tokyo Olympics, COVID restrictions kept families away. Biles cites this absence as a key factor in her mental health struggles.

The importance of family support and the lessons we learn from failure are important but standard remarks for graduates. What I found particularly poignant was his recommendation for silence. He said, 

I spent my entire career playing in the biggest media market in the world. The glare was constant. The attention was relentless. Many called me mysterious, amongst other things — but we'll use 'mysterious' — because I kept things private. In reality I was just listening to the voice in my head. It was my dad's voice. He kept telling me, 'Be patient.' Listen more than I spoke. So I looked. I listened. I learned. Silence made me smarter. Silence made me better.

Catholic writer Matthew Kelly would agree. He says we must all spend time in the classroom of silence. This is where Jeter found his way. You won't find a singular faith tradition or world religion that underestimates the importance and the power of silence. It's restorative. It's generative. It's where the Lord comes to us.

Though I have heard the band play "The Victors" many times, I never knew the actual words to the Michigan fight song (*I am familiar with an alternate version). Awarded an honorary Doctor of Law degree, his message has addition meaning. "After all, that Michigan degree that you are receiving today gives you an edge. And so do the words of our fight song: Hail to the victors, the conquering heroes, the leaders and best."

Thank you, Captain for these lessons—even about the fight song. Congratulations to all the graduates in Ann Arbor and throughout the country. Enjoy your moment and live the message.
Go Irish ;-) 

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Commencement
Biles
Silence

Sports and Spirituality Welcomes Pope Leo XIV

No doubt, the celebration of Mother's Day bumped mass attendance, but I had to wonder: Were more people in the pews because we have a new Pope—an American one! My pastor's opening remarks focused on our extraordinary week for our Church as we named the 267th successor of Saint Peter. Welcome Pope Leo XIV!

Given that we live in a great information age—with facts and findings literally at our fingertips, it wasn't just Catholics eager to learn more about the new religious leader in the Vatican. Folks from Chicago, Villanova alumni,  those in attendance at Augustinian institutions, lapsed Catholics, C&E Catholics, White Sox fans and more want to know more about Robert Francis Pervost. So much has been written and more is to be determined but it's high time that Sports and Spirituality weighed in. I wanted to share but a few thoughts.

It's never who or what you expect.
When people asked me—or the other theology teachers I work with—who we thought would be named the next pope, most of us gave the same answer: “It’s never who you expect.” Though I shared my own preferences and suspicions, the truth is, I ultimately leaned on that same belief: It’s never who you expect." Why is so hard to live by our very own words?

The night of the first official voting at the Conclave—black smoke—I received a group text from three Catholic friends. It said "Okay guys, are we getting an American Pope? Black smoke tomorrow or will one be chosen?" My response? "Zero chance of an American pope. Not sure how long it will take this group. Always interesting." Less than 24 hours later, a colleague came by my classroom to share there was white smoke at the Vatican. I heard rumblings from another teacher that they chose an American Pope. I actually said out loud, "Dan doesn't know what he is talking about." 

Turns out Dan DID know what he was talking about—a man born and raised in the United States was elected to the Holy See. Turns out I too knew what I was talking about—it's never someone you expect (this is certainly true with Francis and John Paul I and John Paul I. Benedict was a known entity). I said those words and yet I struggled to believe what I had professed as true. Very human. 

Habemus papam
At the beginning of the next class period, the Assistant Principal for Mission came on the P.A. with an announcement. A Latin scholar—a junior named Alex— had his moment in the sun as he read the official announcement out of the Vatican that was read by to the waiting crowds by Cardinal Protodeacon Dominique Mamberti. Alex repeated what he said.

Annuntio vobis gaudium magnum;
habemus papam:


Eminentissimum ac reverendissimum Dominum Robertum Franciscum

Sanctae Romane Ecclesiae Cardinalem Prevost qui sibi nomen imposuit Leo XIV  

Or in English,  

I announce to you a great joy;
we have a pope: The Most Eminent and Most Reverend Lord Robert Francis Cardinal of the Holy Roman Church Prevost who has taken the name Leo XIV

My students heard the news delivered with joy and enthusiasm and they clapped. It was awesome. I work at a Jesuit high school and when Jorge Mario Bergolio, S.J. was named Pope, the faculty we all were excited, but not like this. This moment in world history—naming an American to the papacy was not lost on young people. It is something I will not forget.

Don't Stop Believin'
Within minutes, friends and family were sharing fun facts, memes and anecdotes about the new Pope. Out of the gate, a news article declared Pope Leo XIV to be a Cubs fan. Having heard he was from the South side, I was skeptical of this news. I thought to myself "Where's the evidence?" I also thought given the class issues that often characterize the fans from the North side (Cubs territory) to those in the South (Sox nation), if this allegiance were true—there must be a good reason. People are free to follow who they want, but in a city like Chicago, there's some explaining to do. 

Pope Leo's brother weighed in and settled the score and I can't help but smile. Not because it's utterly remarkable that we have TV footage of him at the 2005 World Series, but because of the theme song that characterized that White Sox team: Don't Stop Believin'. 

As written in my post The Balm of Sports, "In 2005, this team did the impossible. They remained in first place from Opening Day until they defeated the Houston Astros to win the World Series title. It had been 88 years since the franchise last clinched a championship (their third). The 2010 San Francisco Giants hold Journey's "Don't Stop Believin'" as the unofficial theme song of our city's first World Series championship, but the credit should go to that 2005 crew."

Believe. Have Faith. What a perfect message for a team and for a moral leader, like the Pope to say. I think my friend Courtney's brother, Josh would like Pope Leo XIV—and not just because of his allegiance to the ChiSox (his story is captured in the aforementioned blog post).

Civilization of Love / Culture of Encounter
As word of Leo's sports fandom spread, it became a cultural phenomenon, birthing a million memes and his own signature Topps card. Kendall Baker of Yahoo Sports writes, "His election even moved betting markets: In the 24 hours after Prevost was elected, Villanova had the most bets to win the 2026 men's basketball title and received more action than all other teams combined.

The pope is also a hoophead: One longtime friend said they used to watch Bulls games together and discuss Villanova basketball, and old tweets showed Prevost cheering on the Wildcats."

But he isn't just a sports fan, "while living in Rome, he played tennis here weekly,” Father Joseph Farrell, the American prior general of the Order of St. Augustine, said. “He realizes just how important staying in good physical shape is. He certainly plays tennis for the joy of the game, to keep up with the game, but also for stress relief!”

While I certainly celebrate his love for sports, it is VERY short-sighted to recognize this Pope as the only one with a sports connection. John Paul II was an avid sportsman—a skier and a hiker. He loved the outdoors and in his writings, he saw sport as one of the crucial signs of the times, a "cultural mediator," uniquely "capable of interpreting contemporary man's hopes and needs." He said "Sports in fact can make an effective contribution to peaceful understanding between peoples and to establishing the new civilization of love." (On the Eighth Day).

Pope Francis only furthered this teaching with his own vision of the culture of encounter. He declared "to speak of a culture of encounter means we, as a people, should be passionate about meeting others, seeking points of contact, building bridges, planning a project that includes everyone." Pope Francis believed that soccer could do this. Given it's popularity, it's quite possible that Pope Francis' message might have even been more accessible to people world wide. 

Building from prior papal teachings and his own love of sport, I have to wonder, what's next? What might Pope Leo XIV teach us all about sports and spirituality in the years to come. I can't wait.

One addendum. In this week's department meeting a colleague said "I'm so glad that Pope Leo is from Villanova and not Notre Dame." Without blinking an eye, I said "I totally agree. We are already a lot. To have the Holy Father as an alum would just be too much... I'm so happy for Nova. They are tearing it up in the NBA and now the Vatican."

Truly, we've been given hope and a sign that the Holy Spirit continues to work in our world. In the first words of Pope Leo XIV, "Peace be with you." 

Photo Credits
Topps Card
Comiskey

A Team Where No One is Left Behind: The Work of Steph Curry

This time of year is special in the NBA—not just for the intensity of playoff basketball, but also because it’s when the league celebrates some of its most meaningful honors. While I love the performance awards like Defensive Player or Rookie of the Year, it’s the extraordinary awards that truly stand out. These aren't about points or rebounds; they celebrate legacy, character, leadership, and the kind of impact that can’t be measured. These awards honor players who elevate not just their teams, but their communities—and the game itself. You don’t have to be a Golden State Warriors fan to recognize that Steph Curry embodies all of that. No wonder he is the 2025 Twyman–Stokes Teammate of the Year honoree.

Twelve players—six from each conference—are finalists for the Twyman–Stokes Teammate of the Year Award. While the league already honors sportsmanship with the Joe Dumars Trophy, the "Teammate of the Year" award recognizes selfless play, leadership on and off the court, as well as unwavering team commitment. These qualities, though sportsmanlike, reflect the  legacy of the awards namesakes Jack Twyman and Maurice Stokes, for whom the award is named.

The award was announced by the league on April 28 and given by Coach Kerr to Steph Curry —after practice, standing mid court with the team and other coaches. Without a doubt, his work on the court is magnanimous. We are all witnesses to the greatest shooter of the day. And although I don't personally know Steph, from all that I have read, seen and encountered myself—I believe he's magnanimous off the court too. 

He is great because he pays attention on a micro and macro level. He takes notice, he listens and he prays. That's magnanimity. I show the AppleTV movie about his life, "Underrated" to my students because I want them to see that for themselves. One of my favorite scenes early on features Steph riding solo on the subway.  With his head leaning against the window he says, "I'm constantly trying to find the space just to be able to to survey my life, survey what's going onto let my mind think about, How did I get here?" Hard work. Determination. Faith, Kindness. Sacrifice. I think those might be a few ways to answer that question.

If being a good teammate means that you continue to improve, work harder and smarter then look no further than Steph. However, the story behind the award sets the stage for the criteria. According to SFGate, in 1958 Maurice Stokes "suffered a brain injury in the final game of the 1957-58 regular season, fell into a coma days later and became permanently paralyzed." He was just 24. In an extraordinary act of loyalty and compassion, Jack Twyman became Stokes' legal guardian and advocate, and supported him for the remaining 12 years of Stokes' life. Their relationship went beyond sports—it was about brotherhood, sacrifice, and selflessness.

I see those qualities in Steph Curry and this post by Mukurima X Muriuki, confirmed my hunch. It also catapulted Steph into first place: my favorite athlete of all time. Yes, I am biased. And yes, this is a true story. Enjoy.

It’s 2:30 a.m. at San Francisco International. Everyone is tired. The Golden State Warriors have just landed from a brutal road trip. Staff, coaches, and players scatter. Everyone eager to get home and crash.

Everyone except one guy.

Quinten Post.

He is a rookie, new to the league and still waiting for his big moment. 

He doesn’t have a big contract, so he can only afford so much.

And it is in such ungodly hour when shit hits the fan. And it did

His Uber app would not load. And as a result he did not have a ride

Post is 7 feet tall. And that was the height of uncertainty, standing alone on the curb, invisible to most.

Except one.

Stephen (Múrage) Curry.

Two-time MVP. 

Four-time champ. 

Face of the franchise.

“You trying to get home?” Steph asked Post.

Post mumbles something, embarrassed. “It’s cool, I’ll figure it out.”

But Curry isn’t wired that way.

“I got you,” he replied

And just like that, the most recognizable athlete in the Bay Area becomes the most dependable teammate in the league. 

Steph drives the rookie home—no cameras, no PR, just kindness at 2:30 in the morning.

“Out of the 50 people at that airport,” Post would later say, “Steph was the last person who had to care. But he did. That’s who he is.”

Isitoshe,

Now here is  where the story bends.

Fast forward to Game 4 of the NBA playoffs  this past weekend. Warriors vs. Rockets.

In a first quarter where Steph could not  buy a bucket, ir is Quinten Post—yes, the same rookie once stranded at the airport—who catches fire.

He nails back-to-back threes, swats a shot into the fifth row, and screams into the crowd like he has been here before.

He hasn’t. But in that moment, he belongs.

Steph cheered on, like a proud big brother. Because he knew. He saw the worth in Post long before the world did.

Stephen Curry did not help him for clout. He helped him because that’s the culture he helped build—a team where no one is left behind.

May the day break! 

A team where no one is left behind. That's what Twyman and Stokes did for one another. That's what Curry and Post have shared. It sounds a lot like the Kingdom we are called to build here and now.

And for what it's worth, Curry won "Sportsman of the Year in 2011." Congratulations Steph. We got you.

Photo Credits
Honors
Curry and Post

Remembering my Uncle, Guy Stricherz through Sport, Spirituality and Americans in Kodachrome

In the center of my grandparents' living room stood a stately fireplace with a wooden mantle, adorned with six framed 8" × 10" photographs of my grandfather, my father, and four uncles. The portraits were arranged chronologically from oldest to youngest—three on the right and three on the left. I can still recall with remarkable clarity details about each one. But, one in particular was extra special.

Coach and Family. Enumclaw, WA. 1952

Looking at that photograph, I remember asking my parents, "Who is that?"

"That's your Uncle Guy," they replied. Guy lived in New York City, so I hadn't yet met him. Even though I was only three or four years old, I vividly recall thinking, "Wow! I have another uncle! Lucky me!" To this day, that's exactly how I feel. Call it luck, a blessing, or both—I am forever grateful to have had an uncle like Guy.

I share this memory because I would like to write a tribute in his honor. Guy passed away peacefully in his sleep on Saturday, March 29, 2025 at his home on Vashon Island, in Washington. His life's work and passion offer a unique perspective on the intersection of sports and spirituality.

In 1981, Guy started the Color Vision Imaging Laboratory, in a the Little Italy neighborhood of Manhattan, to make dye transfer prints of color photographs. "An offshoot of the Technicolor film process that revolutionized the movie industry, dye transfer printing was invented in 1946; the process dominated the advertising industry and graphic arts for nearly half a century, until 1994, when Kodak discontinued discontinued making the materials for the process and sold its remaining stock of film, paper and dyes to master printers like Stricherz" (An Eggleston to Dye for).

I met him when I was seven years old at my Uncle Mark and Aunt Jolyn's wedding. I was their flower girl and he was the uncle who sought to get me out on the dance floor. I saw him again when I ten years old as he came home to Washington state for my grandfather's funeral. He offered a compelling eulogy. I still remember some of what he said. He was easy to love and as cool as his name.

In the years to follow, he would visit us in California as he worked with a specialist at a store near by to restore his Harley (see the aforementioned nod to cool). During that time he did what a good uncle does. He gave us hugs and brought so much life to our house. When we went out for Mexican food, he let my sister and I try his margarita. We were ten and twelve. He would leg wrestle with my brother (think arm wrestling but using one's leg). He wore a black t-shirt, jeans and stylish eye glasses. He lived up to that name.

The stories that emerge about our loved ones after they have died are legion. Perhaps some are undeserved. Those about Uncle Guy are anything but undeserved. He did after all hitch hike to New York!

Each day, my class, Sports and Spirituality begins with prayer. While my students are the leaders of this class ritual, after my Uncle Guy died, I wanted to make mention of his life and this loss. Before asking for their prayers, I went in search of a a connection between his life's work and our course curriculum. I had to know if his masterpiece Americans in Kodachrome featured any photographs about sports. 

As written by my Uncle Guy

Americans in Kodachrome 1945–1965 is a portrayal of daily life during these formative years of modern American culture. It is comprised of ninety-five exceptional color photographs made by over ninety unknown American photographers. These photographs were chosen from many thousands of slides in hundreds of collections. Like folk art in other mediums, this work is characterized by its frankness, honesty, and vigor. Made as memoirs of family and friends, the photographs reveal a free-spirited, intuitive approach and possess a clarity and unpretentiousness characteristic of this unheralded photographic folk art. Conceived as a book and a nationwide exhibition, Americans in Kodachrome is an evocative and haunting portrait of a historic generation of Americans.

I decided I should go straight to the source and find my answer.

The book includes photographs from all 50 states. Most feature Americans with family—at table for birthdays and holiday gatherings, by their car or with friends. Several show weddings, prom and date nights. I started to wonder if the closest I would get to sport would include the pictures of Americans hunting or fishing, but at long last, I found one that clearly portrays (popular) sports are we know it:  Baseball Player —Wanakena New York, 1953. Jim Wark.

When you look at this photograph what do you see? Where does your mind go? 

I can't help but think this is no "turn back the clock" game. This is baseball in 1953. I can only imagine the player—maybe a short stop or centerfielder—driving home after what surely must have been a win. By the dirt on his pants, I see that the words "put me in coach" were in effect. Was he heading to a restaurant named Geary's for post-game fuel? Truly, something of this man's spirit and the spirit of the game emerges in and through the printing process.

In Catholicism, Richard P. McBrien  asserts that: "To be spiritual means to know and to live according to the knowledge, that there is more to life than meets the eye." To be spiritual means, we are forever seeking to find God in all things and in all things find God. We are invited to see things anew—to find deeper meaning, truth, love and light. And it is in with this understanding that my search for an image featuring sport became a meaningful and memorable moment. A spiritual one.

The image that kick started my Uncle Guy's love for Kodachrome is entitled "Coach and Family. Enumclaw, Washington. 1952. James P. Hughes."  The coach is my grandfather, Ed. My Dad is in the middle. My Uncle Guy is in my grandmother's arms. My uncles Tim and Jay are on either side of my grandpa. My Uncle Mark has yet to come. 

Guy writes 

A Kodachrome slide of my family taken in 1952 arrived in the mail at my parent's home in 1985. It was made by an old friend of my folks from South Dakota who had visited us one summer in our hometown of Enumclaw, Washington. As I am the self-designated family historian, as well as a color photographic printer, my mother forwarded the snapshot to my studio in New York City. I was astonished by the vivid color and well-preserved quality of the tiny relic, a miniaturized reality from 33 years past. The scene is startlingly familiar, yet lost to me. It was as if a long forgotten memory had been suddenly recalled. 

There is my father, coach of our hometown, champion Hornets, his blue football jacket over a white T-shirt, and my mother, the immaculate homemaker with a Mona Lisa smile in her yellow blouse and multicolored skirt. They stand with their four blue jean clad sons on the verdant lawn in front of our modest home. For me, the picture symbolizes how far my folks had come from the dust bowl that was the Great Plains of their youth to the green grass. We stood on beneath the foothills of Mount Rainier, which on clear days cast its purple hues through the paint of our living room windows. This picture portrays us as we wish to be remembered and remains as documentary proof that my parents had realized the American dream. Transcending its private meaning, the image serves as a poignant metaphor for the often idealized memory of postwar America.

I almost missed that this photo is both directly and indirectly about sports. My Uncle Guy named it "Coach and Family." That wasn't just a title for my grandfather; "Coach" was integral to his identity (so much so that his copy of Sports Illustrated was addressed to Coach Ed Stricherz).

This photograph hung in my grandparents living room. Much like my feeling about my Uncle Guy, I loved it  from the start. And, the more I see it and study it, the more it means to me. I just learned why they rolled their jeans....with four boys (and one more to come), once you start growing taller, the length of the cuffs could adjust. My Dad recently told me he's not smiling because he had a strong overbite. Fortunately, he got braces. I began to wonder where my grandmother purchased her stylish clothing. Could this photo not resonate with many American families? Truly there is more to life than what meets the eye. The art form of photography rests on that principle.

What I might love the most about my copy of Americans in Kodachrome is that it once belonged to my Godfather, my Uncle Tim. Inside, he wrote "January 4, 2003: For my brother Tim, with Love." When he died in 2019, my Uncle Guy urged me to keep Tim's edition. He had the foresight and vision to sign it once again when it became my own. Next to the note for my Uncle Tim, he wrote "February 3, 2018. For my niece, Anne, with Love."

As captured in Newsweek, December 8, 2002, my Uncle Guy believed "each image is a mystery with a private meaning unknown to us, yet each holds a truth common to us all."  It's safe to say through his work and focus on color and printing he not only invited us into that mystery, he enabled us to see our fellow Americans and my own family with a new lens—a spiritual one.

I would be remiss if I were not to include that Guy is survived by his wife, Irene Malli, and children—my cousins Matilda and Guy. As written in his obituary, "In 1989, while looking to hire a studio assistant, Guy met Irene Malli. She soon became the love of his life and his business partner. They were married at St. Patrick’s Old Cathedral in New York on November 4th, 1989, and spent 35 beautiful years living and working together. He always said Americans in Kodachrome, could never have been completed without her persistent help." I cannot forget the love and affection that these three gave to one another at Guy's funeral. Unsurpassed. Beautiful.

Thank you, Uncle Guy for your love and your legacy. May perpetual light—and color—shine upon you.

Photo Credits
Baseball Player
Americans in Kodachrome
Coach and Family

Head Coach Marcus Freeman on Leadership—One Homily Worth Seeing

At today's Good Friday service, Father Michael quoted  Pope Paul the IV who said, "I would rather see a sermon than hear one." I couldn't help but think that truth characterizes what was the highlight of my most recent visit to Notre Dame. To the surprise and delight of 350 alumni and friends in attendance at the Notre Dame Alumni Association's annual leadership conference, Coach Marcus Freeman spoke on the topic of leadership. While he offered some important insights on this topic, the real message has been learned from who and what we saw. Thank you, HCMF.

We saw was a content and confident man. He smiled, he listened and made us laugh. He said a lot with a little. He made time for Q&A and to my utter delight, I offered a question of my own. He is gifted and grateful, humble and happy. We saw a great homily.

To our surprise, Coach Freeman entered in the room nearly unannounced. There was no walk up song, victory march, spotlight, fire or flags. He smiled and gave high fives to those who lined the walk-way. My friend Kristina turned around to look at my reaction. Although I smiled, I just kept shaking my head as if to say "no." I couldn't believe it and yet, I could (Is there a name for this sentiment?!). WAY TO GO NDAA!

Coach Free sat down with Dolly Duffy—executive director of the Notre Dame Alumni Association and associate vice president for University Relations—for a 20 minute conversation. He acknowledged his audience and said leaders must be adaptable. Given the reality of injury for players, the challenges of travel, weather and life events it's easy to believe he practices what he preaches.

He stressed the importance of maintaining a micro-focus on the task at hand (think one game at a time) while planning far ahead. It's his job to do both—He is the one to take the team where it needs to go. In light of that mindset, he said "you must fix the process. You hear trust the process—sure, but being adaptable means you will need to fix it, too. That's critical."

He said "good leaders are unorthodox. You go against the grain. You make those around you better." I kept thinking of what my friend Father Paul Kollman said to me at lunch that day "there's so much wisdom to be gained from sports." I'm not convinced that Marcus Freeman is a "player's coach," but he did stress that not everyone is coached in the same way. He listens to his players, especially the captains. He noted, "Their input is invaluable." 

Coach Freeman addressed the devastation of losing to Northern Illinois University (16-14) in the home opener. This loss was significant as it marked the first time a Mid-American Conference (MAC) team had defeated an AP Top 5 team. He said, "one week prior, we went into College Station and had a great win over Texas A&M. Coming off that win, I realized, we had to learn how to handle success, mentally and physically. Game two exposed that need."

He could have left the recount at that. Instead, he said "I left the office late that night. It was dark and obviously a long day. While sitting at a stoplight, I decided to count the days. I asked myself How many days have passed between our official start date and today? I realized it was 40 days. That number has incredible significance."

Coach Freeman's reflection resonates with my experience of prayer. For me, my most authentic experience of prayer is when I can connect the Word, the lived experience of God's people to events of my own life. Those connections provide solace and comfort, clarity and understanding. In Scripture, the number 40 symbolizes testing, trial, or probation. I am led to believe Coach Freeman decided to acknowledge that time as a period of hardship and yet one that is the seedbed for spiritual growth.

Coach Freeman emphasized the three pillars of his program: talent, development of that talent and culture. He said "we can control two of those three pillars. We recruit the talent and it's our job to develop it and build a culture that supports and sustains excellence. I call it the Gold Standard (TGS). It's what I want you to feel when you walk into our locker room. We are going to challenge each other. I ask every one in the building to "choose hard" and maintain a competitive spirit. You must choose love. In other words choose to put the greater good, in this case Notre Dame football above yourself."

Knowing there would be Q&A, I decided now was the time. Why? I have served on the Notre Dame Women Connect Alumni Board for the past six years, and my tenure was up. I prepared my introduction, commentary and question and raised my hand. I almost couldn't believe my luck when Dolly nodded in my direction. (think Jake Ryan nodding at Sam in Sixteen Candles. Who me?). I stood up and spoke into the microphone totally pumped and ready to share my stuff.

I said, "Coach Freeman, thank you for encouraging young people to 'Choose hard.' I think that's so important. Second, thank you for beating USC." (when my Dad met Tony Rice, he said that and I've always loved it). The crowd clapped and cheered.

I added, "you inspire so many people. Can you tell us about an athlete or someone from this season who inspires you? I know it's not easy to choose just one, but who is someone that inspires you."

I've been in the business of teaching and coaching young people long enough to know that THEY have just as much of an impact—both positive and negative—on us as we have on them. We need to hear those stories. As my Uncle Jay has told me, "inspiration comes from players to coaches, students to teachers, children to parents, kids to adults, etc., but we seldom acknowledge that." I genuinely wanted to hear what he had to say.

NDAA asked that we refrain from posting videos of Coach Freeman, but I can tell you he mentioned both Irish quarterback Riley Leonard—especially after the NIU loss and Irish safety D.J. Brown. Next time you see me, ask me about his answers and I'll say more.

The last question from the audience was about Coach Freeman's recent conversion to Catholicism. His answer was just beautiful. He said "I'm not a demonstrative or outspoken guy when it comes to my faith." His admission did not surprise me. In fact it reminded me of St Francis of Assisi who said "preach the Gospel at all times. When necessary, use words."

What Coach Freeman did say however was "before you know, you have to trust. Trust beyond knowing. Building that trust, living in that trust—it's all a different way of saying have faith." At this point, I wasn't sure if he was talking about sport or about spirituality. Probably both. 

One of the first quotes I have my students in Sports and Spirituality write down is also from Pope Paul VI. He said, "Modern man listens more willingly to witnesses than to teachers, and if he does listen to teachers, it is because they are witnesses." Attending the Spring Alumni Association meeting has made me—a teacher into a witness as well. Our time with Coach Freeman was a gift. His insight on leadership, relationships, striving for excellence and faith was powerful and poignant. I heard a great homily, but what I saw will stay with me for years to come.

Photo Credits
TGS
Dick Corbett
Mass at ND