Friday


18
Nov 11

Pat Sullivan returns to Auburn

I wrote this over the summer, but since the magazine didn’t feel it necessary to pay me … I’m just reprinting the thing. Pat Sullivan’s had a full career in football. Now he’s returning to his alma mater to stand on the visitor’s sideline for the first time when his Samford Bulldogs (6-4, 4-4) are the guest at Auburn’s homecoming, where he will be honored.

Sullivan

Forty years is a long time to be a sports hero. Pat Sullivan has been doing this for a long time, and does it with the grace and ease of a Southern gentleman.

If you haven’t been following his career: after his most recent stop at Auburn as a quarterbacks coach (1986-1991) he spent five years at TCU as the head coach, seven seasons as the offensive coordinator at UAB and has been the head coach at Samford University in Birmingham for the last five seasons. Now, at 61-years-young, his passion for the game is as strong is ever. His grip is still like stone.

If you have been following Sullivan from a distance, the answer to the first, most important, question is good news after his medical scare seven years ago.

“My health is great. The good Lord has taken care of me. I had throat cancer, base of the tongue cancer. It was a tough battle, but I am cancer-free. I’m doing well,” Sullivan said.

Such a health scare does something to a man. In 2004 Sullivan said the awards don’t matter. When someone puts odds on your survivability, he said, what matters are faith, family and health. His inner-strength served him well. He beat cancer and only missed one game during his treatment.

The whistle is tucked away for the summer, it was the day after the Bulldogs wrapped up their spring practice, but a coach’s job is never done. He was conducting exit interviews with his players around our conversation.

“We’re on a fine line. We need everybody to have a good summer. We need our freshmen to come in. If everything could fall into place I think we could have a good football team,” Sullivan said.

Sullivan was relaxed in his office, which still feels new. There are framed portraits waiting to be hanged. He works out of the handsome new field house at Seibert Stadium on the Samford campus, not too far from where he attended high school. This is home. He looks upon the stops in his career with gratitude, but he’s happy to be here.

“My father came to school here. He played on the first (then named Howard College) football team. He was struggling with cancer about the time I got the job so it was special to be able to come here,” Sullivan remembers.

Bringing in the Auburn-great was the start of a significant chapter in Samford’s sporting history. Samford soon joined the Southern Conference and now lines up against schools like Chattanooga, The Citadel and Appalachian State.

“It’s where I wanted to come and try to do something that you could be proud of. We changed conferences, built up our facilities, really raised our level. We’re not there yet, but we’ve made tremendous strides,” Sullivan said.

“(Samford University president Dr. Andrew) Westmoreland is committed to making Samford not only the great academic institution that it is, but also feels that there’s a place for athletics and he wanted to help the student-athletes with the visibility of the university and to help grow the university.”

And here Sullivan is content.

“Being from Birmingham, and having an opportunity to do what I love to do and hopefully help mentor guys and build a bridge and take them to manhood and build those relationships in my hometown was special to me. Having the opportunity to come to Samford … a place that I think is a special place, it doesn’t get any better than that.”

There was a game film running on his television screen. Family photographs rest in neat frames on furniture behind his desk. There are six shelves across from his desk, stocked with books and pictures. Two helmets are displayed, one a Samford helmet and the other from the Denver Broncos. If he’s not studying film, or sitting at the small round table for close conversation, he can glance at five footballs dotting the room, each with their own memories.

When he left Auburn at the beginning of 1992 he headed west, to TCU. The Horned Frogs at that time were nothing like Rose Bowl team you see now. That first spring he counted 53 players in his first practice. They ran their drills on the intramural fields, because they had no other alternative. During recruiting season they locked up the weight room. They didn’t want to show it to recruits. And yet he still claimed a co-championship in the Southwestern Conference, a coach of the year award and managed to land some guy named LaDainian Tomlinson.

He was at UAB when he found out about the cancer. Even this, he said was God putting him where he needed to be. Without the treatment he received at UAB he believes he might not be here today. This isn’t a misty eyed sentiment for Sullivan, simply a statement of fact. And so in the many twists and turns that can come to a college coach and his family, these seem like good ones.

For more than a few reasons Sullivan says he believes he’s right where he’s supposed to be. His wife, Jean, is also from Birmingham. Half of their grandchildren are there. The rest are not too far away, in Mississippi.

“I’d like to keep coaching for a while. I feel good. I’m excited about our staff. There’s some things I’d like to see get done here,” he said. And then he pauses ever so briefly. “Being around the players and watching them grow and develop, that’s what you get out of it.”

Sullivan looks at his career through those relationships he’s cultivated along the way. His Heisman Trophy experience was no different.

Back in those days the announcement came as a halftime feature during the Georgia-Georgia Tech game. Instead of being on the front row in New York, Sullivan was in Auburn.

“We were actually at practice that day because we had Alabama on Saturday. My parents had come down to hear the announcement … Our TV went on the blink so we had to go rent a room at the Heart of Auburn. We watched it on TV just like everybody else,” Sullivan said.

Sullivan, perhaps the last Heisman Trophy winner to stay at the Heart of Auburn, says his room number has been lost to history. There are plenty of clear memories from the night, though.

“After the announcement we went back over to (Beard-Eaves-Memorial) Coliseum and all my teammates, coaches and their families, (Auburn President Dr. Harry) Philpot and Coach Jeff Beard (then the Auburn athletic director) were all there and I was able to share that with them. That was something that I’ll never forget because I know I didn’t win it by myself, they were a part of it.”

There’s often that theme of humility, the notion of shared success when you ask Pat Sullivan to talk about his career. He is eager to spread the credit. Even that upcoming statue of his likeness outside the stadium, he says, is just as much for his contemporaries as anyone. To him, seeing the famous seven jersey as a sculpture is flattering, but more for family and teammates. “They’ll all take pride in it, and that will be nice.”

For fans from the good old days it was nice to see Pat Sullivan get so much airtime at the Heisman presentation last December. He says he and his wife go for the presentation as often as possible to catch up with his friends in that rarified football fraternity. Being the charter member of the Auburn chapter is nice, too.

“Over the years Bo and I have gotten fairly close. I would hope to do the same thing with Cam. It creates a responsibility. I don’t know that you understand that at the time. As time goes on you understand what a platform you can have, if you want to use it,” Sullivan said.

It comes up. Sullivan downplays how it might be mentioned when he’s recruiting young players to join him at Samford, conceding that “occasionally” something may be said, but notes high school students are more “in the moment people.”

More important to Sullivan is something else he sees in the young players. “They want to respect you for who you are.”

Still, that big Heisman ring does draw attention.

Samford players have a handful of new faces coaching them this year. Some are familiar to Auburn fans. Antonio Carter ran routes at Alabama from 2000-2004 and he’s now coaching receivers for the Bulldogs. Travis Trickett, the son of former Auburn position coach Rick Trickett, is coaching tight ends and slot receivers. Rory Segrest returned to Samford to coach on the defensive side of the ball. He played at Alabama and has worked in the Philadelphia Eagles organization.

Auburn fans might have noticed this offseason when Sullivan announced his new offensive coordinator, Rhett Lashlee, who learned the game under the professor of high-speed football, Gus Malzahn.

“I’m very excited with our staff. There’s a newness and some enthusiasm. I feel very good about our staff and our players. I’m excited about next fall,” Sullivan said.

When homecoming rolls around and Auburn hosts Samford, even the stadium announcer might be winded. Lashlee has promised the Bulldogs will have an approach similar to what Auburn has been practicing the last few years.

“We started last year with that kind of philosophy. Rhett, with his knowledge as well as some of the other coaches, all of them have bought in. It’s been very good so far,” Sullivan said.

Sullivan coached at Auburn during the Dye-era and called games on the Auburn Network prior to that, but this fall will be his first time to see Jordan-Hare from the visitor’s sideline.

“I haven’t given it a lot of thought yet. On one hand it will be special to go back. It will be great exposure for Samford. I’m sure as it gets closer I’ll see a lot of friends, but I think it will be a fun time for my family and my grandkids to be able to go back. But it will be a business trip too.”

Time doesn’t stand still, even for the immortals of sport. Even for heroes, there’s a common question.

“Where did the time go?”

Then that contentment shines through again.

“I say it all the time: what you get out of athletics, when it is all said and done, it’s not how many touchdowns you threw, how many tackles you made or bowls you win, but it is the relationships that last a lifetime. That’s what special. To see those guys, to keep up with them, that’s important.

“I’m sure, going out to the stadium, I’ll have a lot of special memories.”

That’s what homecomings are for.

In a way, maybe he never really left. There’s the Heisman, the retired jersey and the famous picture of Sullivan and Terry Beasley by the scoreboard. A few years back Auburn honored Sullivan with the Walter Gilbert Award, given to former athletes based on their achievements after their time on campus. Auburn athletics director Jay Jacobs called Sullivan “an iconic figure” that “has been a tremendous ambassador.” You’ll hear that sort of thing about Pat Sullivan if you ask around, but the College Football Hall of Famer simplifies this beyond humility.

“Wherever you go basically somebody will stop and associate you with playing ball or what you’re doing now,” Sullivan said.

There’s clearly more to that story of what such a man has meant to his alma mater over 40 years, but Sullivan is more interested in the upcoming football season than bragging on himself. In fact, there is a line of players waiting outside his office. They’re laughing, at ease with the end of spring ball, comfortable with their coach. They, too, see a man who enjoys his sense of place.


11
Nov 11

Veteran’s Day

Two years ago, we returned from a conference in Canada later than we’d expected. It had flurried on us in Canada, because we had the good fortune to be in Ottawa in November. We got stuck in Chicago for four hours, weathering two broken planes and all manner of other very minor absurdities.

When we arrived in Birmingham it was just before 9 p.m. and our plans to be home and make dinner and all of that were ruined. Also, it had snowed in Birmingham in November. And a tiny little bit of it had stuck to the ground. In Birmingham in November.

So we went to the wonderful DeVinci’s Pizza, possibly for some sort of pasta. And at the end of the evening Mr. Day was standing at the counter, standing over a portrait of his confident, determined son. He thanked me for wearing the poppy on my lapel that I’d picked up in Canada because he’d lost his boy in the service.

And so I think of him, and my uncle who lost a leg in Vietnam, and my great-grandfather who saved mens lives as a medic in the ETO in World War II, and the two ladies of my generation who shipped off for Iraq and people known to me and unknown. They’ve all done far braver things and endured far more than most of us can conceive, because they have a sense of duty, a love of place, an understanding of comradeship that insisted they stand by the people next to them, standing in front of the rest of us, for the rest of us.

Perhaps the highest honors we can give someone willing to do that are gratitude and peace. They deserve both in short order and in abundant supply.


4
Nov 11

Bullets

Go to Google. Type do a barrel roll. This is important to designers there. Their users opinions? Not so much anymore.

I need a new RSS reader, stat.

Here’s a nice interactive chart from NPR. It examines unemployment across the country, breaking it down demographically with respect to age and education.

Watched Thor. It wasn’t terrible. It wasn’t as good or as bad as it could have been. I’m detecting the comic book-turned-movie theme, though. The better ones are the movies without love stories. Thus, Iron Man is the best of the comic book movies, as a function of Tony Stark’s character flaws.

This isn’t an anti-romantic movie statement, just a comic book observation. Thor had to love interest in the comics, one an Earth woman and another from his home realm. I’m embarrassed to say I looked that up on Wikipedia just now. But I’m guessing kids didn’t pick up Thor for the love story. They wanted flying and hammers and thunder.

And since director Kenneth Branagh is beyond blame, this can only fall to Natalie Portman.

Oh someone will blame Loki later, but you’ll know better.

A little something different from YouTube Cover Theater this week. Here are three different perspectives on Hey Ya. Makes you think.

This is the most clever video cover I’ve seen so far:

The obligatory ukelele version, with lovely vocal accompaniment:

Goofy songs deserve goofy covers:

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I must go cook dinner.


28
Oct 11

Many heads nodding together

Autumn

Beyond that window is a brightly flaring tree. Beyond that tree is a campus covered in low clouds. Beyond that non-fog is rain.

And that’s what the world looks like today.

The big JMC Advisory Council was today, where the faculty welcome back alumni, recent grads and local industry pros to get a ground-level sense of the industry and where we should be heading as a department. These sorts of meetings can be insightful, particularly if you’re prepared to hear what the advisory council comes to say. When this happens there are many thoughtful nods, supportive gestures of considerable heft from important people. Also, there are snacks and jokes.

I found myself taking minutes of the meeting. Never done that before. I typed, single-spaced, eight pages of notes.

Outside of the room where this took place were two floor-to-ceiling book shelves filled with old books free for the taking. I went a little crazy. When I stacked them up later my haul was up to my knee. A lot of writing books and a few tomes of literature, which will all look good in the office, and then a few more that will look good as I read them.

One day. I now have two full shelves of books at home waiting to be read.

Shot this video and edited it on my phone, for fun, while waiting on a table at dinner tonight:

I hate the music to it, but it was the only track that fit the edited footage of nothingness that I had on my phone. I need more bumper music! He said to an uncaring world.

“You and everybody else, bub.”

My in-laws are here. They flew in today for a weekend visit, since we don’t have the chance to make it New England for Thanksgiving. Also, they’re missing the first snow fall of the year, apparently. That’s early and unwanted by everyone in their part of the world, but they’ll be enjoying sun and a breeze here.

I really think they come for the football. They were down for the Homecoming game last year. This season we’ve upped the ante a bit, having them for a conference foe in pitiful Ole Miss. Next year they’ll have to come for a more heated rivalry.

Anyway, I was editing that video as they made it to the restaurant. The Yankee, her parents and Brian, who is also in town for football, went to the charity home run derby at the baseball park tonight. I made it home in time to put our name on the wait list. We had corn nuggets and fried pickles and sandwiches and a lovely time all together at dinner.

Feeling sort of wimpy, I may have to call it an early evening. This was a fairly long day after about four hours of sleep. (I was writing things.)

So, just so you don’t go without, YouTube Cover Theater, where we demonstrate the power of the video camera, the Internet and passion for music, in the form of talented people covering tunes because they like the way they sound. This week’s featured artist is Ray Charles.

We’ll start with people in wigs and bad hats covering the tune that was the precursor to soul music:

Who likes harmonica?

Ray. Willie. Must have it here:

Ray Charles covered a lot over his great career. Here he is re-imagining Eleanor Rigby:


21
Oct 11

Hedge hogging

The most productive accomplishment of the day was in trimming the hedges. This is no small thing, as our house is surrounded on three sides by shrubbery. I’m not sure why the southernmost side is bare.

Everything along the front, save the door, the sidewalk and the garage, are bordered with green, growing things. All but one segment was trimmed. The lucky ones — and isn’t that just like a bunch of bushes, bragging to their neighbors? “You got chopped up, but I’m still here. Look at me grow! — I left alone because they’ll probably be dug out of the ground in a few weeks. Others along the front got lowered, including one that borders the garage. We’ve developed a little contour into it for the car’s side mirror.

There are also two at the end of the drive. These must be maintained to preserve the proper turning ratio as one backs out of the drive. This requires the acquisition of surveying tools, and chalk lines. I am the only person in America going through such precise measurements.

The unintended benefit, or consequence, is that one of them is growing around the mailbox post. I’d let it grow over the thing, but that would probably violate some nuance of the neighborhood and only make the mail carrier mad.

I do all of this, by the way, with the 24-inch Black & Decker Hedge Hog, which is like mounting an M-60 onto Excalibur and plugging an extension cord into the hilt. You hit the trigger, feel that dual blade action, wave it above your head and know: your kingdom is only limited by your vision.

And municipally recognized property lines.

Trimming up the northern side of the estate required the ladder, because there are some bushes on steroids on that side of the house. Two of them would have been easier to reach from the roof.

So I’m standing on the top of a multi-use ladder. We have a transformer of aluminum that makes shapes that are only limited by your imagination, and not its contortion. I dutifully set the ladder into a standard A configuration, straddling the center hinge point with a foot on either side. I realized I couldn’t reach the very back of the bush. OK then. So I find myself standing on the top of the A, in the hinge-point, waving about a whirring 24-bladed saw with shark teeth moving at 2,900 strokes per minute.

My kingdom is suddenly a lot less interesting from this vantage point. I climbed down quickly.

The curious thing about the greenery here is that there is a lot of variety. Once the offending shrubs are out of the front there will only be one place surrounding the entire structure where you see two of the same species next to one another. I haven’t yet decided if that’s a feature or a bug. If you had to dig them all up, every annoying root, what would you replace them with? Uniformity or everything that could grow in this climate?

And that’s the sort of thing you think about as you rake away the leaves leavings. That’s some way to start your Friday evening.

YouTube Cover Theatre, where we see the talent that people have, until the advent of webcams and the Internet, people were hiding in their homes. Since Irecently watched the George Harrison documentary, we may as well check out covers of some of his work.

The Beatles weren’t my band. I like them fine, they just don’t belong to me. Wrong generation. But, if I had been in the right group, I think Harrison would have been my favorite of the bunch. And since you can’t have Harrison without the band, we’ll start with a cover of All Those Years Ago:

That looks like an impossibly difficult tune and he did a nice job. Then he leaned back against his den’s wood paneled walls and enjoyed the rest of his evening.

This cover of My Sweet Lord has received 26,000 views, which may be the largest count that we’ve ever seen in YouTube Cover Theater. Aside, is it just me, or has this song always sounded like it should be appropriated as commercial bed music?

One of the cool things about the Beatles, I would think, would be introducing what has essentially become timeless music to kids. I mean the clean cut, less drugs portion of the catalog. And while this is essentially a Paul McCartney tune, Harrison wrote the main riff, which is enough of an excuse to show a cute cover by a father serenading his daughter for her second birthday.

When she’s older she’s going to be humming Beatles tunes and won’t remember why. Then she’s going to stumble through her dad’s YouTube uploads and it will all click. It will be adorable.

Hard to believe it has been 10 years since George Harrison died. I was doing a network newscast at the time, the last segment of which was a 30 second spot and outro. That day I just played this song for 30 seconds and signed off:

Just for fun, here’s a recreation of Harrison’s Bangladesh Concert with members of Wonderous Stories, Alan Parsons Live Project and more, covering Wah Wah:

Other things happened today, too, emails and organizational things. We’ll have wrapped up the latest big project at work by the first part of the week, it seems my part has largely been completed, except for showing up at the various events next week. Homecoming at Samford means advisory council meetings and wall of fame induction ceremonies and all of the attendant activities.

With those things now completed I can return to other work. Like digging up shrubs.