Great week for the track teams. Competed well at the national meet in Johnson City, Tennessee and had some all-American performances and some personal records.
Mark Eekhoff managed a couple All-American performances. Got one in the 4 x 800 where the team blazed to a third place finish and got another in 600 meters where he finished fifth. According to assistant coach Greg Van Dyke, Eekhoff went to make a move in the closing meters and pulled his hamstring, forcing him to hobble in for fifth place.
A disappointment, but still a great finish for the senior from Montana. Now the team will focus on the outdoor portion of the schedule….hoping the snow is a long ways down by the time spring break is over in a couple weeks.
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Hockey team will head to nationals this week in Florida. Dave Schenk will also be making the trip to do some work for the ACHA webcasts (they own the rights to the broadcasts so the only outlet is through them…..can’t get it on KDCR or the www.dordt.edu page, sorry). Anyhow, Dave will be filing reports on the games when they are done and will spend the better part of the week in the ice rink. Previews for the tournament are up on our website.
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Why do I like athletics so much? That’s the question I ask myself often, especially on road trips that take me far away from home. I think I got a glimpse into why this past weekend.
Basketball and baseball are my first loves in terms of athletics. Growing up we had a basket on the garage and if the work was done I could shoot as many baskets as I liked….or knock the baseball around the yard for a while. I even got some shots in when the work wasn’t done.
I grew up in a house where athletics, music and drama all were fine things to pursue if the work was done and grades in school were satisfactory. None was pushed more than another…..you’re listening to someone who performed in two drama productions in high school along with taking piano lessons for five years and played trumpet for seven years. So why I fell in love with athletics, I’m not real sure.
In the past three years I’ve had the privilege of coaching a youth basketball team. Started with them when they were in fifth grade. Practiced once a week and played in some Saturday tournaments. Full disclosure here, we lost more than we won but we had fun and we got better each year. Make no mistake, I don’t want to be someone who is living vicariously through his kids, but, I don’t mind showing them my love and enthusiasm for the game.
Anyhow, this past Saturday was the final tournament for the year, and, in all likelihood will be my last tournament with this group. They’ll move on to bigger and better things and someone will have to fix all the things I’ve done wrong.
Back to the tournament, we lost one to a very good team. Beat another team on a buzzer beater and got paired up with the host school for the final game of the day.
A ten point deficit in the first half of that final game, our team fought back and got to within two at halftime. After trading buckets early in the second half we gave up two three-pointers that made it an eight point difference in the final quarter and we couldn’t get over the hump and lost by six.
Now, you ask, what’s there to love about athletics? You lost for Pete’s sake! Well, for the final three minutes of that game I knew it was going to be tough to come back. So I sat back and just watched. What I saw was a group of boys who started playing three years ago and couldn’t dribble the length of the court and back without kicking the ball out of bounds–unguarded mind you, having become a group that ran a pick and roll for a basket and lobbed into the post for a basket in the final minutes.
I saw a group that actually shared the ball with each other and enjoyed it. I saw a group that may not have been the best of friends all the time, be able to appreciate what each player could do. I saw players come to the realization of what they were and weren’t capable of.
I saw a group of players who gave up way too many back door cuts on defense earlier this year, play like their lives depended on a defensive stand in the final three minutes and got a steal with everyone playing position defense.
And we were down six points and I didn’t care. Don’t get me wrong. If we’re keeping score, I want to win, and I’m going to try to get the players I coach into a position where they can be succesful and potentially win a game, but I also know when things are going to be tough.
We’d improved and we had fun and gave it our best shot. The players, all eight of them, walked out of the gym exhausted, and I don’t believe there is a better feeling in the world then giving it all and having no regrets. I hope that’s what they remember, because that’s what I’ll remember from this first coaching experience.
Some may say it’s only a game. And in this time period where we can get things out of whack very easily, you’re right, it is only a game. But it, like many other things can teach us a lot. It teaches we’re probably more capable to perform acts than we think we’re capable of. We need to trust and rely on others for success–one man teams don’t go far. We need to listen to direction and we have to give effort and when we do those things, win or lose, I believe God is glorified. Did I come right out and tell my team this? No, I didn’t, and maybe I should have, but, I still hope the message got through.
Boys, I learned more from you, than you learned from me……….