Be a Douchebag!

Hi everyone!

Do you ski or snowboard? My friends at douchebags (http://mydouchebag.com) are one of the companies sponsoring my track team’s Junior Olympic bid this year and have given us a great deal that I can share with you. Their US distributor (http://www.winterfellvt.com) has given me a promo code (“proform”) to buy their 2.0. (They are currently out of stock on The Hugger…it’s insanely popular!)

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It’s $100 off of $230 gear that’s phenomenally engineered and used by the worlds elite (http://jon-olsson.com) snow munchers. Get one today even if just to resell this gorgeous thing! But I have to warn you that you won’t. It’s going to be love at first sight!

Let me know if you decide to buy one. If you do, you can let them know how you hear about them when you checkout by writing “Friend of Bill Corrigan” or “Supporter of Maria Regina Track & Field” or something. Just to let them know it was worth their while to support a youth track team on the other side of the world (Douchbags is a Norwegian company headquartered in Oslo).

Thanks!

Gotta run,
Coach Bill

p.s. – if you’d like to support or sponsor the team’s 2013 USA Track & Field Junior Olympics bid directly please contact me directly at bill@billcorrigan.com or visit http://www.mariareginatrack.com/support.html to make an online donation. 100% of your donation will go to offset the costs of traveling to the Olympics.

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Another step to North Carolina!

Had the honor of hosting a clinic run by USATF – Long Island President, Alex Cuozzo. He taught the kids the fundamentals of running mechanics.

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Many children started running better and faster immediately!

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Some of the kids had such a good time that they insisted on having their pictures taken with the coaches. Sweet kids! : D

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2013 Junior Olympics Track

Hello everyone,

As promised I am sending you the schedule for the Junior Olympics…

Sunday, 6/16, USA Track & Field – LI Association Championship / JO Qualifier @ Mepham High School, Bellmore

Friday, July 5 – Saturday, July 13 – USA Track & Field Junior Olympic Region One Championships , Manhattan, NY

Monday, July 22 – Sunday, July 28 – North Carolina A&T University, Greensboro, NC
100m and 4x100m first round are scheduled for Thursday, July 25th
100m and 4x100m semi-finals are scheduled for Friday, July 26th
4x100m finals are scheduled for Saturday, July 27th
100m finals are scheduled for Sunday, July 28th

You can expect that the cost to go all the way to the JOs will be approximately $450 – $600 per child. This will cover the USATF registration, meet and race entry fees, uniform jersey, shorts and spike costs, practice, coaching and administration costs. It excludes all travel and lodging costs.

Please let me know now if you are seriously committed to making a bid for the JOs and I will convene a parent/athlete meeting to discuss the details around age groups, races, teams, etc., for all interested.

Coaches – if any of you are interested in coaching at the Junior Olympics then let me know. In the meantime, if you do, please schedule vacation at your place of work for the week of July 22nd. You will be away that week should any of the team qualify to the big show.

Best regards,
Coach Bill

If you have any questions, please visit the team’s website at http://www.mariareginatrack.com/

For common questions, please visit the team’s FAQ page at www.mariareginatrack.com/faqs

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“Coaching is a profession of love. You can’t coach people unless you love them.” – Eddie Robinson

When someone asks me “What do you do?” I instantly go to say “I’m a coach.”  It’s how I see myself, how I define myself.  It’s the most important thing I do outside of my home.

And I LOVE being “Coach”.  Out of all the titles I have held throughout my life there’s none that comes close.  I believe that Coach Eddie Robinson captured why best in his famous quote “Coaching is a profession of love. You can’t coach people unless you love them.”

Love is what makes a life worth living.  Love is what gets you out of bed with a stiff back and a sore throat to go teach a clinic all day.  Love is what makes you stand out in a muddy field in the freezing rain, on your birthday when you have a 104 degree fever.  Love is what makes you drive for hours to watch a child run a fifteen second race in 106 degree weather.  Love is what makes you spend money you don’t have so someone has a shot at the impossible.

It triumphs over all else.

But with any other love, the love a coach has for those in their charge brings along with it tears.  Coaches tears are invisible tears that are never seen and hardly ever suspected.  They are the tears that fill a coaches soul on the inside while consoling their athlete after a bad loss or hard fall.  They are the tears that turn into ice water while eulogizing a young athlete at a funeral mass.  These are the most bitter tears of all – the ones shed while out alone on a run or fishing out in the ocean.  They are the coaches tears for those athletes lost to age or infirmity.  Those taken from you too early.  Those impeccable model athletes whose careers were cut down before you while in their prime. 

No matter how well you try to prepare yourself, you cannot escape the violent emotions you experience when it happens, on that beautiful sunny day.  In the span of seconds the hero of the day, the champion, the all-American is rendered into a thoroughbred limping from the track and headed to the barn.  You can never really prepare for that moment.  The gut wrenching, instantaneous throttling through the stages of loss.  The cold sweat that covers you when everyone else looks to you as how to act, how to handle what just happened, how to carry on.  The tremor you stifle by clenching your fists.  Your soul itself seems to blacken as you bring to composure the darkest and most chaotic scene you’ve seen.  There is a weight on your back greater than you even knew.

You wonder how you could possibly be this person everyone is looking to.  This bellwether.  This coach.

You wonder what there is left to turn things around, to heal, to move on.  All seems to be gone.

And it’s then you realize that only one thing remains…

Love. 

You look up at the face of God and then look down at the faces of your athletes and you feel you soul lift.  You feel the weight gone.  You tuck all else away and you carry on. 

You coach. 

Because you love them.

You coach.

 

 

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Duct tape really does fix everything!

I strongly recommend KT Tape. The science behind it is all laid out by the pros at http://www.kttape.com/

Until recently I never had a need to personally use it. I figured there was something to it when watching Olympic athletes using it during Olympic competitions. Check it out today!

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Let me know if you have any success stories to share!

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“Hemisphere Dancer” and “Pilar”

I was invited to participate at the 50th ArtFusion Live event at Hemisphere in Bayshore last night.  A dozen artists painted while diners dined and Mind Open played great Jazz/Rock/Boogaloo/Bossa/Psych/Funk sets.

"Hemisphere Dancer"

"Pilar"

I wasn’t exactly sure what to expect.  When it comes to painting I’m an autodidact and am always at a loss for explanation when a classically trained artist asks me about my paints and methods.  One fun example is that I taught myself how to paint horizontally.  That is to say the canvas is flat on a table, parallel with the ground.  This stems form never having a need to buy and easel.  It’s fun, I ponder how in heck they can paint vertically and they ask me how I came up with my style.

As the band plays some fantastically crafted musical artistry of themselves I began painting.  My first work turned out to be yellows and blues.  I named her “Hemisphere Dancer“.  That what Jimmy Buffet named his seaplane…fun…

The second one was one filled with blacks and purples.  I started adding blues and earth tones and wasn’t sure where it was going and it seemed to yell at me “Stop!  I’m done!”  So I stopped.  Who am I to argue!?!!  LOL.

This second one I named “Pilar“.  That is the name that Ernest Hemingway gave to his boat that rests today on a mountain in Cuba.

The whole affair was wonderful and am very grateful for the chance to participate and hope to do so again real soon.

 

I hope you like.

Thanks,

Bill “Billy Splatts!” Corrigan

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Fatherland Security…

Hey look, I am all for law and order, justice, and security. I don’t even mind paying for it. But it has to be done wisely. I have been all over this world and I feel that the police officers and detectives of the Nassau County police are the most professional I ever encountered. (The only others giving them a run for their money would be the An Garda Siochana – Ireland’s National Police Force.) I trust the leadership is doing right by the populace it serves and protects.

However, what I don’t like is this new breed of anonymous gunslingers for hire who threaten the people they are to serve.  You need to find two college student bombers? Fine, but don’t shut down all of Metropolis to do so while frightening every single household in a 10 mile radius.  You cannot be allowed to bankrupt the taxpayers that support you in what needs to get done.  Work smarter, not harder.  I realize that hindsight is 20/20 and this may come off as harsh, but I’m still smarting from an incident that happened earlier this week.

The other day I was driving my kids and myself to track practice.  It was busy but peaceful rush hour.  Suddenly this maniac rears up behind me and blasts his lights and sirens.  I pull over and let him pass.

Blackwater Black Flag (Click here or scroll to bottom of post to watch video)

Then I got mad.

No markings, no uniform.  Just a big black armored vehicle gunning down Sunrise Highway with no concern or measure for the innocent civilians I’m assuming this thing is meant to protect.

I’m an armed American.  This was a threat.  Maybe this is a clever bank robbery team getting away.  He was driving it like it was stolen.  (Okay, bravado over.)

Look, I realize since I’m not in the field that I may have a naïve childhood vision of how police officers should act.  You know, what we tell our kids…”they are your friends…”  Maybe I seen too many John Wayne movies or stood along at too many parades where the mounted units would smile and wave bravely.  But to me there seems to be a fear-driven culture in law enforcement today.  A fear-based message that is being embraced.  You can see it on their faces in the news and on the internet.

Fear.

Now how am I supposed to tell my children that these are the guys and gals you can trust to go to to be safe when they themselves look either petrified of homicidal?

Work with me here fellas…

Play
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Roislecxe!

Gray upon grey

A dirty, sterile glass and metal box

A blank canvas without an artist

Upon, yet coveting, mates seperated by a muddy serpent

A good idea from a decade ago

Handshakes and back pats from men long gone

In a community without a community

A marketplace looking to bottom net fish the sardines rudderless enough to get trapped in her tidal pool.

Plastics, shiny paint, distempered glass

Devoid of plant, flower, life

Bereft of works of art, culture

Quiet rooms line the walls

Symptoms of the chaos that reigns

Builders of jails not schools.

Technology quagmires abound

Facades surround

Suffocate

Crush

The size and cost of a government agency

But without the efficiency

Exit signs and fire boxes provide a glimmer of color

Yet no way out

And nothing to save.

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Sports versus Games

I posted a picture recently in response to some parents who were concerned about some changes they started to notice in their children’s demeanors when it came to their membership on the track team.

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The picture and caption sparked even more questions about what I meant when I talked about sports versus games. I had given similar talks about the topic and figured I’d share my explanation in the event it might help some parents, coaches or athletes wrap their brains around some feelings they may have.

Sports versus games

By no means is this an article about sports versus games in a sense of which is superior or which you should have your child do. But there is a difference and you the reader may have a better understanding of your child’s point of view or make your own decisions based on it.

Season after season I’ve seen certain parents struggle with reconciling track and field with the rest of their children’s (and their own) experiences. Some swim into it like a duck to water while some thrash about like a lobster in a pot. There are many many reasons for this but the central theme across all is what I call the understanding of sport versus game.

Nomenclature aside, I want to start by framing sport against games. For example, the sport of athletics is exactly that, a sport. When your child becomes an athlete they become sportsman. Besides striving for the gold medal or “the cup” they strive to be the best “sportsman”. Conversely when they play their part in a game they are game players and strive to win the game and contribute enough to become “most valuable player”.

Cut to the chase…

For the most part, sports allows for the individual (or sometimes a unit) to perform against other individuals (or units). Strategy and tactics are owned by individual.

“Alright already, Bill! What are sports?!”

Sports are those endeavors that link back to the survival of the species. That’s right. They test the most basic human bio-mechanical ability. Here are some examples:

“Go” sports – running, sprinting, dashing, cross country, walking, marathons, steeplechase, mountaineering, boating, auto racing, equestrian, swimming…anything where you go from here to there…these sports have existed since mankind began. 20130424-232558.jpg

Eons ago we ran to survive from being prey and eventually evolved into pack pursuit hunters. In fact, the only thing that humans do better than any other species on the planet (abstract thought aside) is run long distances in high heat. In packs, we chased our prey down until they collapsed from exhaustion. It is why our bodies self regulate temperature via perspiration and are furless (well, most of us anyway). It is how we first began to get our steady diet of high protein and why our brains exploded in size. As our brains grew so did our efficiency in hunting, which brings us to our next category…

“Hunt” sports – javelin, shooting, archery. These sports tests an individual’s ability to hit a target with accuracy – another unique human trait. They’re born from the need to bring home food.
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“Work” sports – shot put, discus, gymnastics, weightlifting and the like test strength in measurements of force, distance, velocity and work. Those who did this the best built the best homesteads before the full understanding of simple machines.
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“Love” sports – Dance in all its forms and it modern day cousins cheerleading and kick-line. When we do it we call it dance, when other species do we call it “mating rituals”. It showcases the physical prowess of an individual to potential suitors. (Let this be a lesson to you young lads…girls like boys who can dance and for good reason…learn to dance fellas!)
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“Fight” sports – wrestling, martial arts, fencing, boxing, and war. Yes, war. These sports allow us to incapacitate an attacker to preserve the tribe. Sportsmanship in war is known as chivalry.
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Players

So what are games? Obviously in this article we are staying away from game theory and we’re not talking about individual, non-athletic games. Sorry Monopoly fans…

Clearly the most popular pastimes in the world are games. You know them well – football, baseball, basketball, hockey, soccer, lacrosse, field hockey, softball, tennis, volleyball, bowling, polo, and the like.
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Those of you who are familiar with sports history know that most of these games have roots in preparing young men for war. For the most part they teach tactics and to some extent strategy.
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Teams are made of of many players and take elements from sports and cobble them into a contrived set of tasks within a timeframe that is primarily done for the entertainment of the participants and observers of the game. Most have morphed into modern day interpretations of themselves and are a reflection of societal values.

Games are fun. Games are an escape. Games provide a controlled and safe environment for participants to engage in willing suspensions of belief. They’re good things. Teams are typically temporary and fluid form season to season. When a team wins a game, every member of the team and all their fans “win”! They build youth, communities and even nations.

“You can’t un-ring a bell…”

So what does this mean to parents?

We live in wonderful times that are tremendously safe compared to most times of human history. Our children today are protected and supported to an enormous degree. As such there are literally dozens, if not hundreds, of activities children can participate in from when they are newborns. Everything from “mommy and me” swimming lessons for babies to pre-k fitness to organized sports to ponies! Occasionally some children go through their early formative years never engaging in sports. It can be completely normal and acceptable for a young lad or lass to play pee wee soccer, then PAL basketball, then CYO volleyball or any other combination of games for that matter. Conversely others take judo, swimming, gymnastics, and dance. You’ll notice that these sports are mostly offered by private organizations.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah…so?! What’s your point!?”

The point is that after many years of coaching I have found that those children who join the track & field team, those children who are first being exposed to a sport, encounter and emotional threshold that they have never encountered before. Sometimes it is done very publicly at their first track meet. What’s happening is that they are experiencing a pure form of self judgement. There is no team to blame, no coaches to argue with, nowhere to hide. They know that they win or lose their race on their own merits. Some are caught off-guard and get emotional. Win or lose, they get emotional. Some will cry. They may be tears of joy or tears of defeat but they will come.
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And it is okay. It is normal. It is growth.

It is then when they realize…

“…this isn’t a game…”

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Please leave your luggage outside your stateroom door before you go to sleep tonight…

Good morning everyone! I woke up early to watch the sun rise this morning. I’m very excited as today I wrap up my 42nd cruise around the sun. Looking back at all the souvenirs and photos I cannot help but feel blessed…loved.

Family. New and rekindled friendships. Personal growth. Milestones. Love.

This was a trip where I made new friends and rekindled old relationships. It was a trip that saw children grow, gardens planted and animals rescued. It was a trip that included family getaways, lots of hard work and a long “staycation” provided by Mother Nature’s daughter Sandy.

This was a tour when children grew by leaps and bounds. Not just mine, but yours. I amazed at my own children’s courage as they grew academically, artistically, and athletically. I found myself continuously shocked by the abilities of my athletes, coaches, and scouts. Their courage, trust, and loyalty are highlights of the year gone by. Awards, badges, belt loops and the Junior Olympics were all gotten by well deserved achievers. And for that I thank you.

I really am blessed….loved. It was a good trip.

I can go on forever but I better cut this short. I am leaving for my 43rd cruise around the sun tomorrow morning and I need to figure out what I should pack! Right after I finish watching this sun rise…

Much love and grateful thanks,
Bill

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