There are days that JTG has me up early on the road visiting JTG programs around the state and this morning is one of those times. I’m heading to Pulaski to visit Giles County High School. When days like this crop up I feel comfortable revisiting blog entries in my Dwyerwire blog from my News-2 days. Some entries are as dated as bell bottoms but some are “evergreen”, a term used in the broadcast biz for those stories that don’t have to be aired immediately. Fortunately, because I have the coolest parents in the world (both 85-years young and still living in my hometown of South Bend, Indiana), they continue to parent and here’s one of the many examples I’ll share with you.
Here’s the Dwyerwire blog entry from April 20th, 2010:
A Lesson in True Friendship
Gerry Faust lived out his dream but it didn’t go the way he wanted.
Actually, most of it did, except for the 26 losses.
His 5-year record at as Notre Dame football coach was 30-26-1. While he had a winning record, the
perception of his time at ND is generally thought of as a failure. “Nice guy, but in over his head” is the
perceived epitaph to describe his time at Notre Dame (1981-1985). He was allowed to complete his five
year contract, then let go.
When Faust was elevated from a Cincinnati high school powerhouse to Fighting Irish Head Coach, he
was the toast of South Bend. He talked to everyone, shook hands and kissed babies. Members of the
Notre Dame community quickly gravitated to him, including my parents. A week into his first season,
he had Notre Dame ranked number-one in the country. That’s about as good as it got. Sure, there was the upset
victory over Dan Marino and top-ranked Pitt. A Liberty Bowl victory over Doug Flutie’s Boston
College team. But the results did not meet expectations. “Oust Faust” bumper stickers where seen
around town.
Ten months removed from Notre Dame’s 58-7 thrashing at Miami on national TV and his resignation from ND, Gerry Faust resumed
college coaching.
The University of Akron hired Faust. I’m privileged to have been at Faust’s first game at Notre Dame
and first game at Akron. So was my father. As far as I remember, the list from South Bend pretty much ends there.
I bring this up because among the greatest lessons my parents taught me is to be friends with people, not
because they are somebody and can do something for you, be friends because you simply want to be
there for that person through thick and thin and hope they return the favor.
Digger, Dad, Ara and Gerry (circa 1983)
When Faust first came to Notre Dame, everyone wanted a piece of him. Everyone thought he was a great guy and better coach. But when the wins and National Championships didn’t pile up, many of his “friends” piled on. When it was clear that he was done after five seasons, his exit was as meek as his entrance was mighty.
See, it’s easy to be friends with a big time coach when things are going well, but the real test is whether that friendship can endure adversity (translation: losses and a variety of moves through the years).
Every few months I receive a copy of a letter that Coach Faust has sent to my parents. The latest came just a few days ago. It’s been 25 years since he and his family left South Bend, but my parents and the Gerry Faust continue to correspond. I think that’s pretty cool.
My parents have a knack for befriending people who have had a few hard knocks. Some self-inflicted. Some not.
As I reflect, some of their choices in friends are down right controversial if you knew some of the background.
So many people want to latch onto the next big thing. But what happens when that next big thing stumbles?
Chances are, people like my parents are there when most others bail.
They don’t teach that in some classroom. Editor’s note: (Except perhaps, JTG!)
Thanks Mom and Dad for another great life lesson.
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