- I Am Adam Scott, April 17, 2013
- The Land of Oz: One Masters Champion and One Catholic Saint, April 9, 2016
- Persevere Mates, Persevere: The Message of Father Miscamble and Jason Day, November 17, 2015
- It's Shark Week....A Tribute to Greg Norman, August 13, 2014
- My Favorite Award: Defensive Player of the Year, April 24, 2016
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Thursday, January 26, 2017
Sports Stories Surprise Us
Though I cannot tell who reads Sports and Spirituality, I can determine how many unique views each entry has gotten. I can also ascertain where my audience lives, but only by continent. My second most popular posting hails from one continent—the Land of Oz. Much to my surprise, the January 26, 2011 blog Australia Day + Australian Open = A G'Day has been read by 10,000 people. I'd love to know how many of those readers live Down Under. I'd also like to know why that story has proven to be so popular. I've been wrong about sports stories before, and as my blog has proven, I will be wrong about them again.
In the last month, "Catholics v. Convicts: The Story Behind ESPN's Shirt of the Century" surpassed my tribute to the National Day of Australia with over 12,000 unique views. More people took to ESPN's 30 for 30: Catholic vs. Convicts than I ever thought possible. My sense was that the story would only interest those who loved the once storied Miami vs. Notre Dame rivalry. I figured most sports fans would deem this tale as one that is no longer relevant. Boy, was I wrong. I've had more people stop me to tell me how much they enjoyed everything about the ESPN film, including many of my own students, who—honestly—have never been required to watch it for credit or for extra credit (ok maybe). And my first blog posting on this topic is now my most popular entry of all time.
I have always loved writing about the Williams Sisters. Their story of their lives speaks for itself; remarkable content and the very fact that I am still able to write about them—their on-going success and outstanding careers is a blessing. This year's women's final gives me yet again another opportunity to enjoy tennis' two greatest siblings. As written by the BBC, "It would also be a seventh Australian Open victory for the younger Williams sister, while Venus hopes to win an eighth major title, first in Melbourne and first since Wimbledon 2008." This is already a great feat, but the casual observer should know that Serena and Venus are the second and thirteenth seeds, both women are in their mid 30s, and should Serena win she would earn her 23rd grand slam title. Her older sister by 18 months seeks to write her own tale. The Aussie sports commentator told Serena (after she defeated Johanna Konta), "We love you here in Australia. You've won a lot and we hope you will win some more!!!"
But on this 230th Australia Day, I would like to raise a glass to a country so many Americans love with the same affection extended on Center Court to America's greatest female athlete. It is much more than a home to the best accent in the English language...rather, it is a country, a people, and a culture that has given both sports and spirituality, some of its greatest content, stories, champions, cheers and mates. A place and a people I never get tired of writing about...or that you deem unworthy of reading. No surprise there!
Thursday, May 19, 2016
On Meeting Bag Man: Steve Williams
One of the more interesting "characters" on the PGA tour isn't even a player, it's a caddie. I've written about Steve Williams at this point, too many times. This Kiwi has had colorful and exciting career, serving as the caddie for Greg Norman, Tiger Woods and now Adam Scott. But after meeting him in the Atlanta airport and talking to him in the United Club lounge, I suppose it's worth another go. Here's why.
I am not a people watcher, but my parents are. My folks are down to earth and they don't literally carry a lot with them; metaphorically I think they do. They have one cell phone between them and my mom has but three phone numbers in it: one for my brother, sister and for me. The only time she uses the device is when she's talking to one of us, many times about one of us. Because they travel lightly, they are free from distraction. They read, they talk to the people around them, they watch people and they have a a knack for spotting celebrities when they travel.
What's funny about their star sightings is that they never tell me about them. Quite often, I will talk about an athlete or an actor and my mom will turn to my dad and recall when and where they saw that person. For example, after watching the "30 for 30:I Hate Christian Laettner" my dad said, "We were flying back from visiting your brother in DC sitting in Dulles airport and I said to myself I recognize that guy. When he stood up and I knew it was Christian Laetner."
Like my parents, my friend Peggy has a keen eye. She picks up on details like few people I know. One of them is people, in particular famous ones, she sees in public. Ask Peggy what celebrities she has seen or met in person and the dossier is an impressive one. It's fun to spend time with her for a number of reasons, but one is because you just never know who she might see. For example, heading back to her apartment after our run in Central Park turned to me and said "three o'clock, black Baseball cap. It's Kevin Bacon." She delivered this message in a way I never would. Her voice was monotone and her body language indicated nothing. I marvel at her discerning eye; I think it's better to have one that not to...
Humanity is so interesting, I don't know why we don't pay attention to one another more often. Obviously, celebrities aren't the only ones worth seeing but when we do it's exciting. There's a small rush of adrenaline. We all know they're people too and yet we *know* so much about them...without really knowing them. Enter in Bag Man.
On the Monday after the Masters I decided to read a lengthy article in Sports Illustrated "Kevin Na is Fit to Be Tied" by Alan Shipnuck. Because he was the first golfer to play on Sunday, we saw him quite a bit. I was intrigued by how he struggled with the mental aspect of the game for years. The words of the media, other golfers and especially Steve Williams didn't help.
Knowing what I know about this Bag Man, carrying those images and especially the story about Kevin Na, I could hardly believe it when I rolled into line at the Atlanta airport to check my bag. It's Steve Williams: this man I had seen on the greens the day before, who I had read about earlier that day. I was so surprised that I simply said "Hi!" My eyes got real big and I gave a huge smile. As I said this, I realized he had NO idea who I am. I didn't really have anything to say, so I just moved to the back of the line and said "sorry." I immediately got onto my phone to text my friend that I was standing two people behind Steve Williams.
I finished my message and he looks back at me and says "Susan?"
"No......." I said. Pause. "Steve?" I inquire.
He looks at me and smiles, laughing.
I then start to wonder who is Susan....
Williams checked his bag and headed to his respective gate. I didn't have it in me to ask about Kevin Na. I get through security, step into the United Club lounge only to see that I am standing behind him again. When he finishes checking in I query "so who's Susan?" He pulls me aside and wants to tell me the whole story." Turns out Susan is the head of New Zealand's PGA. There are worse people I could be. We talk for a while and golf fans start to swirl around us. They want to talk to Bag Man. As I'm preparing to depart, I ask a fatal question. "Did you have a good week?"
I can't believe I asked that question, one I knew the answer to. Adam Scott finished tied for 42nd and 11 over par. But Steve was, is and always will be Steve. He became agitated and angry. It was not a pleasant exchange. That's how things go quite often with Steve Williams. Friendly, fiery, fiercely loyal.
My friend Peggy also loves to quote Maya Angelou who has written. "when people show you who they are, believe them." Humanity isn't that complicated. Public and private sightings and stories, we are who we are. Some of us are lucky enough to see it.
I am not a people watcher, but my parents are. My folks are down to earth and they don't literally carry a lot with them; metaphorically I think they do. They have one cell phone between them and my mom has but three phone numbers in it: one for my brother, sister and for me. The only time she uses the device is when she's talking to one of us, many times about one of us. Because they travel lightly, they are free from distraction. They read, they talk to the people around them, they watch people and they have a a knack for spotting celebrities when they travel.
What's funny about their star sightings is that they never tell me about them. Quite often, I will talk about an athlete or an actor and my mom will turn to my dad and recall when and where they saw that person. For example, after watching the "30 for 30:I Hate Christian Laettner" my dad said, "We were flying back from visiting your brother in DC sitting in Dulles airport and I said to myself I recognize that guy. When he stood up and I knew it was Christian Laetner."
Like my parents, my friend Peggy has a keen eye. She picks up on details like few people I know. One of them is people, in particular famous ones, she sees in public. Ask Peggy what celebrities she has seen or met in person and the dossier is an impressive one. It's fun to spend time with her for a number of reasons, but one is because you just never know who she might see. For example, heading back to her apartment after our run in Central Park turned to me and said "three o'clock, black Baseball cap. It's Kevin Bacon." She delivered this message in a way I never would. Her voice was monotone and her body language indicated nothing. I marvel at her discerning eye; I think it's better to have one that not to...
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On the Monday after the Masters I decided to read a lengthy article in Sports Illustrated "Kevin Na is Fit to Be Tied" by Alan Shipnuck. Because he was the first golfer to play on Sunday, we saw him quite a bit. I was intrigued by how he struggled with the mental aspect of the game for years. The words of the media, other golfers and especially Steve Williams didn't help.
Na sees a double standard in that when other players struggle and play slower, it is excused as a bad day, but he is never shown the same courtesy. In September 2014, at the Deutsche Bank Championship, he and playing partners Adam Scott and Chris Kirk combined to make four bogeys and two doubles in the first five holes of their opening round. All of this bad golf took a long time, and they were out of position for much of the rest of the round. Na could sense that Steve Williams was stewing. The following day, as Na labored to a 74, he believed Williams was giving him the stink eye and says that at round's end, the caddie avoided shaking his hand.
"In the scoring tent," Na says, "as I was about to leave, Stevie looks at me and goes, 'Do you ever watch a bad movie again and again?' I didn't really know what he was talking about, so I just said, 'Uh, no.' He goes, 'That's what you are, Kevin, a bad movie. I never want to see you play again.' And I looked at him, and I said, 'Stevie, you're out of line. If Adam has a problem with my play, he has every right to say whatever he wants. You're in no position to tell me what you just said to me.' He got real close to me and was saying basically that he could say whatever he wanted. It was getting pretty heated, but one of the Tour officials stepped in and said, 'Guys, not in here.' And that ended it." (Williams declined to comment.)
I could NOT believe Williams said that...It was hard for me to grasp that he had the gall to say those words to another person. And yet, knowing what I do know about Williams, I guess I could. Williams once took the camera of a patron who took a photo of Tiger Woods mid-swing and threw it into the water. Or when Adam Scott blew a four hold lead on Sunday at the Open, Williams was so mad that he walked to his car and slammed the trunk closed. He was unwilling to talk to anyone. That's a sign that he's uber competitive. That same quality was not remotely hidden from anyone when Scott beat Woods in the Masters as he sounded a barbaric yawp from Augusta to Auckland. Steve got his revenge in that victory. Woods fired him in 2011. At least he didn't do it over the phone like Greg Norman did....Knowing what I know about this Bag Man, carrying those images and especially the story about Kevin Na, I could hardly believe it when I rolled into line at the Atlanta airport to check my bag. It's Steve Williams: this man I had seen on the greens the day before, who I had read about earlier that day. I was so surprised that I simply said "Hi!" My eyes got real big and I gave a huge smile. As I said this, I realized he had NO idea who I am. I didn't really have anything to say, so I just moved to the back of the line and said "sorry." I immediately got onto my phone to text my friend that I was standing two people behind Steve Williams.
I finished my message and he looks back at me and says "Susan?"
"No......." I said. Pause. "Steve?" I inquire.
He looks at me and smiles, laughing.
I then start to wonder who is Susan....
Williams checked his bag and headed to his respective gate. I didn't have it in me to ask about Kevin Na. I get through security, step into the United Club lounge only to see that I am standing behind him again. When he finishes checking in I query "so who's Susan?" He pulls me aside and wants to tell me the whole story." Turns out Susan is the head of New Zealand's PGA. There are worse people I could be. We talk for a while and golf fans start to swirl around us. They want to talk to Bag Man. As I'm preparing to depart, I ask a fatal question. "Did you have a good week?"
My friend Peggy also loves to quote Maya Angelou who has written. "when people show you who they are, believe them." Humanity isn't that complicated. Public and private sightings and stories, we are who we are. Some of us are lucky enough to see it.
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Williams and Scott
Williams and Woods
Humans of New York. For book information go here
Williams and Scott
Williams and Woods
Humans of New York. For book information go here
Saturday, April 9, 2016
The Land of Oz: One Masters Champion and One Catholic Saint
Only one Australian golfer has won The Masters. Although Greg Norman (and Nick Price) share the low course record with an impressive 63, "the Great White Shark" failed to capture the green jacket. His performance is unfortunately, quite memorable. As written in USA Today (April 1996), "Greg Norman shot a startling 78 Sunday in the greatest collapse in Masters history, giving Nick Faldo his third green jacket and sixth major championship."
Australia had provided nine Masters runners-up but not a single winner before 2013. That is until Adam Scott made history for himself and his countrymen. No wonder he screamed "C'mon Aussies!" when he nailed a 20-foot birdie on the 18th hole of regulation to tie for the lead. Two shots later, he defeated Angel Cabrera in a sudden death playoff to win the 77th Masters.
And much to my surprise, Australia has but one Catholic saint. Earlier this week, one of my students who hails from Down Under taught his classmates about her: St. Mary of MacKillop. He wanted us to know about her legacy, her ministry and that they are both from Western Australia. He was proud of their shared faith and homeland, so proud, they we were convinced his accent was louder and prouder than usual. He denied it, adding that his fellow countrymen don't all listen to AC/DC or Men at Work, but they do use words like "mate" and "cheers." Less than 12 hours later, I caught an interview with Adam Scott on the Golf Channel. He concluded the conversation by saying...wait for it..."thanks, mate. Cheers." That was fun to see.
Australians' authentic and deep love for their country has always inspired and intrigued me. My student has taught me it's not a blind love; he admits there is a collective recognition that social problems abound: intense racism, sexism and xenophobia. And yet the Land of Oz is home—it's motherland, it's a work in progress, warts, accents and all.
Three Aussies have made the final cut for the 2016 Masters: Adam Scott, Jason Day and Cameron Smith. At this point Day, who lives in the US but refuses to renounce his citizenship, is the only one in contention (he is 3 off the leader, Jordan Spieth). Perhaps he should call upon on the intercession of St. Mary of Mackillop; her prayer is a beautiful one. Or at the very least, should he sink a long put for birdie, yell "C'mon Aussies!" If and when he does, I'll raise my $2.00 cup of beer (no joke...more on that to come) and say "Cheers, mate."
Photo Credits
Adam Scott
Australia had provided nine Masters runners-up but not a single winner before 2013. That is until Adam Scott made history for himself and his countrymen. No wonder he screamed "C'mon Aussies!" when he nailed a 20-foot birdie on the 18th hole of regulation to tie for the lead. Two shots later, he defeated Angel Cabrera in a sudden death playoff to win the 77th Masters.
Three Aussies have made the final cut for the 2016 Masters: Adam Scott, Jason Day and Cameron Smith. At this point Day, who lives in the US but refuses to renounce his citizenship, is the only one in contention (he is 3 off the leader, Jordan Spieth). Perhaps he should call upon on the intercession of St. Mary of Mackillop; her prayer is a beautiful one. Or at the very least, should he sink a long put for birdie, yell "C'mon Aussies!" If and when he does, I'll raise my $2.00 cup of beer (no joke...more on that to come) and say "Cheers, mate."
Photo Credits
Adam Scott
Thursday, July 26, 2012
What the British Open Taught Me: Some We Win, Some We Lose
It was both exciting and…..what’s the word? It was dramatic and yet tragic. Watching the final round of the British
Open on Sunday, July 22, 2012, I was left with one question: Did Ernie Els win
or did Adam Scott lose? You might
be thinking the answer is simple: “yes.” But I want to explore the question again…
Sometimes we lose because a better opponent trumps us. We are clearly outmatched, outsized and
outranked. At other times we
simply do not win, not because we are not the worthy opponents, not because we
are lacking in ability or spirit and not because our strategy failed. We don’t step it up at “the” critical
moment. We fail to succeed; the
end result is a loss. It is tough
to lose, but the irony is that it’s also tough to win at this moment.
I think that might be why we have a word for a great victory; it is a triumph. It is not something to be taken for granted. A great victory leaves the athlete and the spectator with a sense that both teams or athletes played their best and fought until the end. One had to win. The scoreboard will indicate a winner, but to some degree the game was raised to another level because of the path to victory.
Scott, the 32-year Australian golfer played his final 18
holes with a 4-shot lead over Brandt Snedekker and Graeme McDowell, his final
round playing partner. Els was 6-strokes back and 5-under par. It was Scott’s to lose—so to speak—and
he did.
Similar to the 2012 US Open, I was hoping that Sunday’s
leader would force a play-off rather than reveal who was the winner and who was
not. As Scott’s 8-foot putt curved
around instead of falling into the final hole, I wondered: to what degree does
Scott’s loss take away from Els’ win. Again, did "The Big Easy" really win?
Els was one of the few contenders who shot under par on Sunday. Looking at his long putt from across the
green on the on 18th hole, one couldn’t help but wonder for a brief
moment if a victory was in store. For
some reason however, the lingering feeling that sat with loyal fans at Royal
Lytham-St Anne’s and me was different.
It was a one-man loss / one-man win. For Adam Scott’s four bogeys on the final four holes, we had
Ernie Els’ four birdies. Is that
enough evidence?
Look to the golfers and you won’t get an answer. Scott was remarkably calm and poised. I expected tears like Andy Murray’s after
his Wimbledon final loss or a silence like the New England Patriots’ locker
room. But no, Scott communicated
his failing, especially on the last four holes with disappointment, but it
wasn’t palpable. He acknowledged
his mistakes, but without a wince.
He looked the camera in the eye and kept his chin up. Did he lose?
Erine Els said again and again how badly he felt for Scott and how sure he was that Scott would have his moments. He assured him that just about everything that can happen in the game of golf, I've gone through," said Els. "I've done what Adam has done. So to sit here with the Claret Jug is crazy."
Erine Els said again and again how badly he felt for Scott and how sure he was that Scott would have his moments. He assured him that just about everything that can happen in the game of golf, I've gone through," said Els. "I've done what Adam has done. So to sit here with the Claret Jug is crazy."
I began to wrestle with this question as it applies to life.
This idea is much different than winning the battle but losing the war. No, this is about how we achieve a
goal…how we meet the outcome. In
life we win and we lose, but how we do that varies.
I think that might be why we have a word for a great victory; it is a triumph. It is not something to be taken for granted. A great victory leaves the athlete and the spectator with a sense that both teams or athletes played their best and fought until the end. One had to win. The scoreboard will indicate a winner, but to some degree the game was raised to another level because of the path to victory.
The final round of “The Open Championship” revealed a
different facet of life. Elections
are won, and others are lost.
Relationships, jobs, and even wars are subject to this dynamic. It is a tough perspective
on life, but it also reveals quite a bit about one’s character. Adam Scott and Ernie Els could not have
been more grace-filled and respectable. In that way, both men won. Both are champions and Sunday was a triumph for golf.
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