Pilgrimage

Books are often like many other products out there.  People tend to be influenced by others and once something gains some momentum it can continue. Often buying habits are copied.  Popular authors gain a following. A video goes viral. A song finds a radio audience. In some cases, a huge advertising budget gets hold of Americans' attention.  I am often amazed at how a new TV show can be introduced as "the new hit series" when it has only been on once or twice? Who knows how it all works? But one thing I do know, is that if one book gains a healthy audience, chances are you will see a series develop.  In series there is success. 

I've been writing many posts on the books that I publish. But I do love it when I get a nice review from someone who writes something on Amazon. We recently got one for Pilgrimage and you can see it here. Pilgrimage is the third book in our Sports and Faith Series by Patrick McCaskey.  I have spent about 10% of my  life on the Sports and Faith Series.  

Parents: Focus on the Good Stuff

Kids on Swing, Library of Congress

Most parents suffer though some consternation over what are good things for kids and what are bad things.  Sometimes it is obvious (arts, sports, etc.), sometimes it is not so obvious (internet, movies, popular music).  But I think most will agree, good things can help our kids become good people. One way to proceed is with activites that you know are good. 

I always like sports and the arts.  Many kids have a natural attraction to sports and it really doesn't take much to make it a positive experience.  [Our book on baseball principles, The 10 Commandments of Baseball, spells out great things that can be taught in a baseball program.] But coaches and administrators do have to be focused on bringing out the good and sharing the benefits with the kids.  We've all seen examples of the "bad" parent who screams awful comments at kids, umpires and coaches.  Some parents want the games to revolve around their offspring and they cannot seem to tolerate the human part of the game.  But in many sports, the basic fundamentals of teamwork, sacrifice and discipline offer so many positive experiences--it's worth some effort to make it work. 

Even Mistakes can be Positive

Kids make errors all the time and often in a game like baseball, mistakes are a big part of the game.  For example, at a higher level, a very good hitter gets on base one out of three times. That means the player does not get on base two of three times! This in itself is a good lesson.  Kids should learn that great efforts do not produce great results 100% of the time.  But the important lesson is to keep trying and overcome the difficulties. Good sports lessons are often good life lessons. 

Arts

In the arts, lessons can be a little more subtle sometimes, but early on it can be tough for parents!  If you have ever had a child who learned to play a musical instrument, you know how much patience it takes and often how painful it can be for the both the child, parent and even teacher.  A beginning instrumentalist is often emitting sounds that are just horrible, but at that stage they need the most encouragement.  

Most parents have had the experience of looking at an early drawing by one of their kids and then trying to coax a description of the subject from your child because the parents are clueless.  The best parent is able to probe without showing any cynicism or criticism.  At the school's arts show, you can see parents of the gifted and parents of the struggling all putting on a good face for their offspring.  

Kids have gifts in some areas and are challenged in others.  Some kids have disabilities, but are exceptionally gifted in some areas.  When we appreciate the work they do, we are sending them on the way to greater things (we hope). 

Healthy and Compassionate People

As a parent, we understand that many programs provide good experiences that can help our kids grow up to be healthy and compassionate people.  If we promote things that can often lead to success later in life, but we teach our kids to be cruel and self-centered, chances are that our child will not be happy in life.  So experiences that lead to success and compassion are things that most parents seek. 

Oops Sometimes

In sports, some people often have problems in understanding just how things might end up in the long term.  Objectively, we might have a great understand of how this works for everyone else, but we may not think so clearly about our situation.  As a child gets older, the gate to the next level of play tends to get narrower and narrower.  It's important to help make it work when the child is involved and also help direct the child when it is all. 

In Sports and Faith: More Stories of the Devoted and the Devout, Patrick McCaskey talks about former Chicago Bears kicker Bob Thomas and how he wrote about the direction we need to take with  sports if we want them to work for most kids.  There are programs out there that exist for thousands of kids, but seem to be focused on results that might help one or two who might go on the pros.  When I coached, I always hoped that I was preparing kid for the next level, but I didn't run the team as if that was the main goal. Many of the best coaches in early sports programs realize that when they make  teaching skills and developing character a goal, winning becomes less important. Fun is a sideline of these kind of efforts and it often revolves around a team that respects and appreciates team members. Fun comes when players achieve some success--when they become better.  If a coach gives up on teaching and helping kids develop their talents, and just goes for fun, it rarely works from my experience. A team is work and play. 

In team sports, it is often encumbent upon a coach to work the hardest with the players who need the most help.  Improvements with the weakest players can often create the greatest team improvement.  Focusing too much energy on a team's stars, can often limit a team's improvement in my opinion. When you coach a team sport like football or soccer, you learn pretty early how a weak player at any position can be exposed by the competition.  As kids get older, you need to bring the team skills up.  

End Game

At some point, chances are that your kids are going to reach their limit in competitive sports.  It may come in the early days of high school, college or even later, but for almost everyone, they go on to other things.  For many people today, it just means they switch gears a little. As they get older, they jog, hang out at the gym at times, play softball or golf, etc.  There are many things adults can do to help stay fit and also to have fun.  If they love competition at some level, there are many fun-runs, exercise courses, and activities that can keep them active and fit for most of their lives. 

An artist rarely has to stop playing an instrument or drawing, etc.  as they get older. They might not make the Chicago Symphony Orchestra, but there are community orchestras, open mic nights, or amateur exhibits to experience.  It's always fun for me to see someone playing the paino at holiday celebrations--a bit of a lost art today when compared to the past. If you participate in music, the arts, or sports, chances are that  you will always friends.  When we encourage kids and their activities in positive ways--it helps them to belong. 

The Brown and White

Forty plus years in the making, The Brown and White is a fictionalized memoir that tells the story of Collin Callaghan's freshman year at a Chicago Catholic High School. Collin is a white boy who is living in turbulent times in a changing city. He clings to his neighborhood and his family as he heads out each day with his classmates on the Brown and White, the ancient school bus driven by free-spirited Willie. Memorable characters abound as this story unfolds. Collin's loveable family, especially his Irish Catholic policeman father and his Irish immigrant mother face life together. Collin and classmates blaze their own humorous and passionate trail through the late 1960s. A unique cast of terrific teachers are there to see the boys through. Laughs and life meet readers head on as they travel on the Brown and White.

Another Brown and White Adventure

I had just written another post on my job hunt and my frustrations with looking for a job.  It was tiring and taking forever. Plus, I was not good at it and I knew it. Coming from my Irish Catholic background, son of a humble Chicago Patrolman, humility came with the territory and there is something very unhumble about those who successful sell themselves to prospective employers. 

Someone who knows about job searches had just told me that I needed to sharpen up my resume and get some kind of narrative going on my own personal talents.  I thought I might just take it to the next level and meet with my informal adviser, Willie the Bus Driver from my high school alma mater, Mount Carmel High School. I wanted Willie's thoughts. Of course, Willie's been dead for many years, but being Irish and supersitious, I never let death put a halt to good conversation. So I was game if Willie was.

Willie was a tough guy although tiny--his features were elfish like in Santa Claus. Instead of red, he dressed in grey like the Maytag repairman.  Unlike Santa, who has a magic dentist, Willie had few teeth. And he talked kind of funny, but he was our man. We loved Willie and knew there was wisdom in most everything he said.

So I walked over to 114th and Western this morning and waited for the Brown and White bus. I had my old Brown and White leather school jacket on that looked at it had been worn by everyone who had gone to Mount Carmel. 

The bus was a long time coming.  It has been in some kind of other dimension and I think Willie stopped for a cup of coffee before warming it up. But it did come at last and Willie pulled the bus over and the huge old fashioned mechanical doors swung open. I hopped up the stairs just like the old days and showed Willie my old Carmel ID. He looked it over and looked at me and said: "how does I know it's you?" Before I could think of anything to say, Willie said, "oh. forget it."

As I sat accross from Willie, it dawned on me that I was approaching Willie's age now, the age that the "old boy" had died. Once I got past that scary thought, he looked over at me and said, "so why does you want to see me, Norris."

"Well, Willie, you see I am having difficulty finding a new job and people tell me I have to really sell myself.  And it's just hard and I thought I would ask someone who could help me--maybe make up some bull. And I thought of you."

Willie looked at me and said, "I think yoos got yousself the wrong man, Norris.  I am no good at bull, but maybe I can help."

I wasn't sure I agreed with what Willie said, but I waited for the wisdom. Willie stopped talking for a few minutes and he lit up a smoke--a Marlboro long.

"Well, I'd drop the bull and tell them yoos went to Mount Carmel.  That has to help, duzntit?"

"I guess I could do that, I usually just put my college on my resume, but who knows, maybe that might work," I said.

I started to wonder if I had overestimated Willie's wisdom. 

As the bus pulled up toward 107th Street, Willie said, "We're going to pick up your old pal Hannie. Maybe he has some ideas."

Jeez, I thought, this is getting kinda of complicated.  First I pull Willie out of retirement and now he has a guest for me. 

There with a couple of sweet rolls about the size of frisbies and a couple stryrofoam cups of hot coffee stood one of the south side's greatest politicians who never ran for public office, my old pal Hannie.  Hannie was a couple inches taller than Willie. Today, I don't know why but he dressed a little like Buster Brown. I closed my eyes and shook my head and then looked again, but he was still dressed the same way.  Then I remembered, Hannie wore Buster Brown shoes with a soft kind of suede surface to them.  Then it dawned on me that as usual whoever had control of things today was not me.  

The big mechanical door swung open and Hannie climbed up the stairs. In a second or two he was sitting across from me.  He handed one coffee and sweet roll to Willie and took the other for himself.  He had done the same every morning he took the brown and white in high school and it seemed natural today.

I looked at Hannie a little puzzled because I knew the neighborhood had changed. "Where'd you get the sweet rolls?"

"Wendt's diner, open today for this special occassion," exclaimed Hannie.

I looked across the steet and sure enough the restaurant and sign had reappeared after many years. And when I looked closely, I could see old man Wendt in his white shirt and apron. "He must be 110 at least," I said.

"No, he was younger when he died and thats where he stays," said Hannie.

Not sure how the age of the dead works out, I just stood quiet.

Willie looked at Hannie and thanked him for the treats. Then he said, "Hannnie, your old Pal, Norris, here isn't having much luck finding a job and he wants to know if yoos have any ideas for him."

Hannie looked at me and said, "so that's the deal--wondered what this was all about.  You're looking for some connections."

"No, Hannie, I am just wondering what in the hell I am doing wrong, it's just not working."

"Well, my uncle was the president of the outside electricians, but he's dead. And you know my mom worked at city hall and she knew the first Daley, but she is long dead, too."

And then as Willie and I stared at each other, Hainnie went through a litany of dead people, a hundred names or more who could have helped me, but they were all gone. It was a good refresher course for our time back in the day on the South Side. 

"Well, Hannie, maybe you can ask all the dead for their prayers, that might be about best."

"OK, Norris, they can sure do that."

Willie interupted, "well boys we are approaching 103rd Street and that means Dan Dollar will be there. Maybe Dollar will have some ideas."

Sure enough, the brown and white pulled up and there was Dollar, a little grey around the edges, but sporting his old light colored buckskin coat with leather fringe. Dollar did immitations of teachers, movies stars, comedians and other notables. He was one of the coolist guys in high school--at least we thought so.  Suddenly, I felt excited because Dan had manuevered his way around the Chicago Public School system. If anyone would know the ropes to job hunting, it would be him.

Once again the bus stopped and Willie opened the huge door. The stooped figure of Dan Dollar walked up the stairs and deposited himself on a seat near us.  About a second after we go the "how the hell are you, Dollar," out of our mouths, Dollar was doing his immitations of the top entertainers like he had done back in the day. I wasn't sure if he would be doing new stars of the day, but instead he entertained with routines from Ed Sullivan including Poppo Gigio and  Senor Wences. Not very cool, but for us very entertaining. 

After some "oh Eddie's" and funky Spanish, we give Dollar some luke warm applause.  Dollar looked over at me and said, "so what do you need?"

I explained for him all the problems I had with job hunting. The dead ends, the frustations over all kinds of things involved in it and the idea that people were looking for long lists of talents that certainly no human being had. Dollar leaned back and looked at me and then over at Hainne and Willie.  "You know what he needs to win at the job game today, don't you?"

Hainnie shook his head.

Willie light up another cigarette and said nothing.

I looked at Dollar and exasperated, I said, "OK, what!"

Dollar looked at me and said, "Sharp elbows. You need to move in and clear everyone else out of the way."

"Sharp elbows," I said.  You mean we wake Willie from the dead, he brings this bus from another dimention, and we all come back to the school bus for a dose of wisdom and we get "sharp elbows?"

Dillon looks at me and says, "What do you expect from a guy who looks like the Maytag Repairman, another dressed as Buster Brown and an amateur comedian who looks like an aging rock star? If you wanted some genius ideas on a job, you should have had Bill Gates and Warren Buffet!" 

I looked at myself in my high school Brown and White coat and started to feel kind of foolish. For the rest of the trip to nowhere we sat by the windows and looked girl's legs in the cars below. 

The Brown and White

Forty plus years in the making, The Brown and White is a fictionalized memoir that tells the story of Collin Callaghan's freshman year at a Chicago Catholic High School. Collin is a white boy who is living in turbulent times in a changing city. He clings to his neighborhood and his family as he heads out each day with his classmates on the Brown and White, the ancient school bus driven by free-spirited Willie. Memorable characters abound as this story unfolds. Collin's loveable family, especially his Irish Catholic policeman father and his Irish immigrant mother face life together. Collin and classmates blaze their own humorous and passionate trail through the late 1960s. A unique cast of terrific teachers are there to see the boys through. Laughs and life meet readers head on as they travel on the Brown and White.

You Think You Know, but You Don't

I remember the venerable coach Dennis Green who led the Northwestern Wildcats and the Stanford Cardinal in the college game.  In the pros, he was head coach of the the Vikings for 10 years and coached the Cardinals for 3 seasons.  

After coaching for Northwestern and Stanford, many people might have expected he would be a cerebral Bill Walsh type coach. But he was more outwardly emotional. Many  thought of him as a players' coach. 

Green's emotions will be remembered in a rant that he had after his Cardinals lost to the Bears.  Fans will remember an angry and resultful Green exploding after the post game conference and howling :

"They are who we thought they were...and we let 'em off the hook!"

Like almost all coaches who last in the NFL, he had good years and bad. Coaching is a mix of highs and lows, victories and losses.  A lot of coaching character comes into play when you pick yourself up after a loss, a string of losses, or even a season of losses in some cases.  And with Green and other coaches, you know that the best laid plans don't come to fruition at times in large part because of yourself as well as the human beings who surround you. 

Green's players thought highly of him. After Geen's death in 2006, one of his players, Randall Cunningham,  said he "built our morals, our character, our integrity." 

I think the cameras can sometimes catch people at a low point in life and unfortunately if it comes to define us in the media, people have the wrong impression and it also affects their sense of reality.  I think people tend to forget that.  Our perception of people when based on inaccurate information or overemphasis can tend to distort our sense of reality. We can become damaged as well. 

Green violated a few coaching principles in his news conference, he lost his patience with his own team in public and he attacked the winning team in the bargain. He knew who the Bears were (assuming the Bears were bad) and his team still lost.  

But Green was good man. 

Dennis Green had a lot of good days and by no means should we judge him for one  lousy press conference.  But this bad example is very instructive for us, human like Green.  

I think it shows us how vulnerable we are at any moment.  Like a coach, our performance can change in a heartbeat when we fail to deliver, but it can also change when those around us fail.  A good coach can look like a bad coach, a good father can look like a bad father, a good mother can look like a bad mother--it goes on and on.  We should not be defined by one unfortunate moment in time. 

For Chistmas time, I think it is also important for me, to keep my judgements about others in check.  We don't know how it feels to be very poor and vulnerable. We don't know how it feels to be sick , addicted, and destitute. We don't know how difficult it may be to get up after so many failures and fight another day.  So in my imaginary news conference after a rough loss, I need to keep things to myself, say my prayers to the Almighty and go on. 
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The Brown and White

Forty plus years in the making, The Brown and White is a fictionalized memoir that tells the story of Collin Callaghan's freshman year at a Chicago Catholic High School. Collin is a white boy who is living in turbulent times in a changing city. He clings to his neighborhood and his family as he heads out each day with his classmates on the Brown and White, the ancient school bus driven by free-spirited Willie. Memorable characters abound as this story unfolds. Collin's loveable family, especially his Irish Catholic policeman father and his Irish immigrant mother face life together. Collin and classmates blaze their own humorous and passionate trail through the late 1960s. A unique cast of terrific teachers are there to see the boys through. Laughs and life meet readers head on as they travel on the Brown and White.

Papa

Dad

Dear Dad,

I wanted to write you today and give you an update on the last half of the year. In my last letter, I wrote about my book called The Brown and White, a fictionalized memoir about my first year in high school at Mount Carmel. I actually did a radio interview and taped one for Catholic Television. Can you imagine that? I am an author and a publisher! Sadly, that does mean I am what most folks call successful today. Success is about money.

I published a book called Pilgrimage by Patrick McCaskey this year.  I know you were not much of a reader, I think Mom read for both of you, but I do think you would like this one. I think you would get a kick out of Pat, I know you thought highly of his grandfather, George Halas. 

At the beginning of each chapter in Pat's book, we give readers the skinny on various pilgrimage sites. Based on your interest in Catholic culture and saints, I think this would be on your bedroom night stand. I got some photos from a Dominican priest that we put in the book--I know how much you loved Dominicans--and of course Carmelites, and Franciscans, and others. You liked them all, Dad. The Pope is a Jesuit by the way Dad.  He did not teach at St. Ignatius where brother John went to school--if that's what you are thinking. 

Mom gave me some small booklets and a Missal that you had. I may not be the best Catholic, Dad, but you were the best Catholic Dad that ever lived. I am sure there is a spot for you up there, Dad, but it probably comes as a bit of a suprise--you always thought of yourself as a big sinner. At least in later years, Dad, I think your Confessions would have bored the priests. 

Our kids are in Japan, Switzerland, and Chicago right now. Our latest grandson is Ciaran. He is the son of Lizzie and Curt. Lizzie snuck in the Irish name on Curt, but Curt is artistic and likes it. Maybe it will turn out that Curt has some Irish blood in him--they test for that kind of thing now. We know Lizzie has quite a bit. Curt is a good man, Dad, regardless. 

Well Dad, people walk around and drive these days listening and watching their phones.  Yes, phones come with a screen these days and are tiny computers. It is the latest addiction. They smash into other cars while driving and you see people out to eat, sitting at tables with their eyse on their phones not talking to the person next to them. I know you  liked to talk to people Dad, so this kind of development would upset you. 

On the plus side, people seem to travel these days--they see the world.  Marianne has been to many exotic locations including Cuba and the Galapagos Islands. Ellen wants to live in Ireland--she's been there three times. I am not sure where I want to go. 

People here got a chance to cut their grass in December, if you can believe that! It was 60-degrees a few days ago. It's going down, down, down today.

Annie and Molly just had babies. Eric has one due this month. That's all for now. 

God bless, Dad. Include us in your prayers.  

Love, 

Your Favorite

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The Brown and White

Forty plus years in the making, The Brown and White is a fictionalized memoir that tells the story of Collin Callaghan's freshman year at a Chicago Catholic High School. Collin is a white boy who is living in turbulent times in a changing city. He clings to his neighborhood and his family as he heads out each day with his classmates on the Brown and White, the ancient school bus driven by free-spirited Willie. Memorable characters abound as this story unfolds. Collin's loveable family, especially his Irish Catholic policeman father and his Irish immigrant mother face life together. Collin and classmates blaze their own humorous and passionate trail through the late 1960s. A unique cast of terrific teachers are there to see the boys through. Laughs and life meet readers head on as they travel on the Brown and White.

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Encouragement for Our Kids, Grandkids and Ourselves

Many years ago there were Civil Rights leaders who would go out and talk to kids about their value and tell them that they are as good as anyone else.  They usually included a line in their talks that they would ask the kids to repeat over and over again. 

I am sure it was a nice event for the kids, a kind or pep rally, but kids need so much more.  Often we fail as parents to get just the right balance.  We want our kids to grow up and be responsible--and we also want them to develop a healthy ego. 

Some kids are hard to manage and so you might keep after them over and over again. As a Dad, when your son misbehaves you have a few different strategies, but often you look at things in the short term and manage the symptoms. Kids come in endless varieties and there are many ways parents handle things. This post covers some things I've read and experienced, but everyone has to validate their own approach.  

From what I have read about boys and from my natural tendencies, fathers often don't consider the pyschologic issues of managing their boys, they just try to reinforce the "man-up" approach.  Don't misbehave and when things are challenging, man up. I suspect when you are a young Dad, you deal with things in a natural way.  As you have more kids (if yo do), you probably learn some skills from experience.  And when you are a grandparent, some things that might have been easy enough as a Dad can represent a cunundrum especially if you have a grandson or grandaughter who is challeging.  

For whatever reasons, Fathers can be more retrospective about raising daughters.  They seem to consider girls more complex, look at past experiences more carefully and they also assume there is more there that they do not understand--being a man and all. 

Again, we want our kids to grow up and be good people. We also want them to be happy. 

The experts talk about the need for kids to develop an emotional intelligence--a kind of toolkit that deals with frustrations, anger, and disappointment in a healthy way. Kids that have emotional intelligence are better equiped to deal with life.  Kids that are lacking, can often turn to violence and anti-social behaviors.  Based on my publishing experience in sports, I know Papa Bear George Halas had emotional intelligence--he comes to mind in this regard.  He was very competitive and as a coach he would be fired up even more than his players going into a game.  But regardless of the disappointment that might come his way, after getting some of the frustrations off his chest, he would put a smile on his face and say, "who do we play next." He got past it. We need to be competitive to succeed, but we don't need to be stuck in a competitive hell and drive ourselves towards bad behavior or poor sportsmanship.  

Of course, besides wanting our kids to behave themselves, we want them to grow up with self-confidence.  Self confidence is huge. Self confidence leads to success.  Kids who believe "they are somebody" are more likely to grow up to become somebody.  I remember reading about successful people and how they were raised by parents who loved them and always encouraged them. 

Moms can be very encouraging even if at times it seems like they are bragging.  Encouraging Moms today often have Facebook posts out there talking about their kids.  Sometimes their posts smack of false modesty (look how wrinkled Jimmy's shirt was when he was accepting his scholar of the year award.), but they are usually promoting the deeds of their kids to their friends. I don't know for sure, but I have to believe the Moms who share their kids achievements on Facebook are likely to encourage the behavior with their kids and praise them accordingly.  Moms seem to be better than Dads at promoting their sons achievements.  A Dads role is sometimes described as the driver behind kid's achievements.  They drive their kids to accomplish more and work harder. Some believe that Dads promote kids to be the best they can be. While Moms may appreciate their kids effort without all the strings attached.  

I am no expert, but I have had bunch of kids and now the grandkids are coming, so I am thinking about this a lot lately. 

Adults Need Encouragement as Well

Sometimes even when we don't grow up with great self esteem we can overcome that and put our nose to the grindstone and make some pretty remarkable achievements.  But if we are faced with disappointment later in life, that can be difficult to get past depending upon your support system. Often our work places in a changing technological world can shatter our selfesteem with layoffs and harassment. We have to lean back and remember those who offered support whenw we were kids (whether teachers, parents, etc.) and allow others in our lives to give their support as well.  As you read this today, think of your kids or grandkids who need your support, but also think of the adults in your life that could use a good "well done" as well.

Lawrence Norris is the author of The Brown and White and the publisher of Maddie Takes the Ice and The 10 Commandments of Baseball. 

The Rule of Saint Benedict and Sports and Faith

Patrick McCaskey 

"The Rule of  Saint Benedict has been a fundamental guide for monastic life for many centuries.   Saint Benedict lived around 500 AD and  Saint Benedict’s Rule has since served as a guide for those who wanted to live in community and in faith.  The term “ora et labora” (prayer and work) describes the Benedictine way in a nutshell.   Saint Benedict’s  Rule encourages community members to avoid idleness and directs them to spend their time in prayer, labor, and sacred reading.  The Rule advocates a balance in life that keeps people on task. "

"Of course, many Christians keep busy outside of monasteries.  We are not all meant to be monks, ministers, or other Religious, but we can forge a kind of life of prayer and labor.  Many of the best in sport have done just that.."

From: Patrick McCaskey's Sports and Faith: More Stories of the Devoted and the Devout.

Sports and Faith: More Stories of the Devoted and the Devout is the second book in Patrick McCaskey's inspired series on athletes, coaches, and administrators who lead exemplary lives. Sports and Faith Book 2 includes stories of current professionals like Jeremy Lin and Josh McCown, and legends like Stan the Man Musial and Bob Cousy. Spotlighted are teams such as Bob Ladouceur s De La Salle squad portrayed in the motion picture When the Game Stands Tall. Spend time with benevolent Tom Monaghan and faith-based institutions like Notre Dame, Ave Maria University, and Belmont Abbey College. The author dives into a few Bible stories and he reveals some McCaskey history. Humorous poems, which the author is famous for delivering, are included. Sports and Faith Book 2 takes on some sad developments the recent tragedy in Kabul where Dr. Jerry Umanos and John and Gary Gabel were killed in cold blood. All three died at the foot of the cross. Also examined is the Washington Illinois tornado and the people who remediated the suffering. Burke Masters (featured on cover), Matthew Lightner, and Grant Desme three promising athletes who decided on a role of lifetime service are spotlighted. McCaskey recalls the stories of those who strove to make the cut on and off the field.
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The Brown and White

Forty plus years in the making, The Brown and White is a fictionalized memoir that tells the story of Collin Callaghan's freshman year at a Chicago Catholic High School. Collin is a white boy who is living in turbulent times in a changing city. He clings to his neighborhood and his family as he heads out each day with his classmates on the Brown and White, the ancient school bus driven by free-spirited Willie. Memorable characters abound as this story unfolds. Collin's loveable family, especially his Irish Catholic policeman father and his Irish immigrant mother face life together. Collin and classmates blaze their own humorous and passionate trail through the late 1960s. A unique cast of terrific teachers are there to see the boys through. Laughs and life meet readers head on as they travel on the Brown and White.

Our Teachers Were Different!

Lawrence Norris

In the first week, we quickly learned about the real characters of the school: the teachers.  I cannot imagine there ever being a school with such a cast of unique and animated teachers.  Special care was taken to recruit only teachers who would stand out in a crowd and inspire young boys from many different backgrounds. Our cast would make the witches and other creatures who instruct at Harry Potter’s Hogwarts look dull.

Each teacher seemed quirky in a different way, but on the whole they were fascinating communicators and extraordinary people. We learned immediately that they were focused on learning and that we would either get on the stick or get the stick - it was our choice. While there were several teachers who were beginning to practice some of the more modern approaches to discipline, most of the teachers controlled the classes through sheer force of their personalities or intimidation. And no apologies were made for it.

The school had many jocks, many scholars, some scholar-athletes and a large number of somewhat slightly above average to average students.  Enrollment was kept relatively low at about 700.  When the teachers used intimidating tactics they probably figured they were dealing well with the diversity issue.  It did not  matter what color you were or what ethnic background you had, if you stepped out of line, “bam,”  you paid for it. Ironically, in the sixties, the bookshelves were full of best sellers on innovative educational approaches like open classrooms and self-directed learning.  But, if someone asked our teachers "Why Johnny Can't Read," they would have answered “because mommy and daddy and their teachers are too soft on them.” Our teachers were not going to make that mistake!

The school’s mission was established decades before my class ever saw the old brick buildings.  MSN  had a reputation for taking all kinds of  kids and making something out of them.  It was a “no child left behind” or in the case of problem students a “no child left with a behind” philosophy. Most educators today would say that the methods used were certainly primitive by modern standards.  Most MSM teachers had their own unique creative method of cruel and unusual punishment to foster discipline. It seemed to us that they dealt corporal punishment out unmercifully. But, for us, taking such medicine was a test of manhood that we were certainly willing to take. Like our dads, older brothers, and uncles, we wanted to make the grade more than anything else. We wanted to become men of Mount Saint Mary’s. The discipline methods were not just part of the school tradition; they were also a reason why parents were sending their kids to the school in the first place.  If a parent didn’t know their kids would face such methods, they hadn’t done their homework. 

Excerpt from: Lawrence Norris The Brown and White Copyright Sporting Chance Press.

Forty plus years in the making, The Brown and White is a fictionalized memoir that tells the story of Collin Callaghan's freshman year at a Chicago Catholic High School. Collin is a white boy who is living in turbulent times in a changing city. He clings to his neighborhood and his family as he heads out each day with his classmates on the Brown and White, the ancient school bus driven by free-spirited Willie. Memorable characters abound as this story unfolds. Collin's loveable family, especially his Irish Catholic policeman father and his Irish immigrant mother face life together. Collin and classmates blaze their own humorous and passionate trail through the late 1960s. A unique cast of terrific teachers are there to see the boys through. Laughs and life meet readers head on as they travel on the Brown and White.