Really, I do get it. You want your children to have opportunities that you did not have. You want your children to accomplish things you did not or could not. I appreciate that. I understand that may not be living vicariously (something that very involved parents get accused of all the time).
I happen to believe that our true character is revealed by how we act when no one is watching. We need to also consider that even when we don’t know it, somebody might be watching you, copying you, wanting to grow up and be just like you.
We have a national crisis. Our kids are at risk of having the opportunity to play sports. Why? Because of the physical and verbal abuse that the referees and umpires are receiving. Who is doing that? Parents.
I made a new friend and rode my bicycle this past week. I know what you’re thinking: “Oh no, not another story about the bicycle.”
I recently had the opportunity to reconnect with some old high school football teammates. And when I say old, I mean it.
I see a lot of people with shoulder problems. A LOT of people. Athletes. Senior citizens. Young kids. A few more males than females. At times, it seems as though there is a shoulder epidemic.
This is not at all about the bike. Oh, you’re going to think it is, but it isn’t. It’s about riding around and seeing what people are doing to our area.
If you have paid close attention through the years, you might remember that I had three rules for my kids when they were growing up. We would often recite those on the way into school in the mornings. I can remember pulling in to Ft. Craig School and together reciting those rules.
This is really how this happened. Let me back up a minute. I love to get to my clinic early, long before anyone else shows up. I set up my computer, put up my gym bag, unlock the door, turn on the lights and make a pot of coffee.
This is going to be a hard column to write. I’m often asked where I get ideas for this space. Somehow, something always comes up. This one jumped up and hit me in the heart, so I knew that I had to write it. I want to talk about heroes.
There’s this fellow that works out in our gym. He’s one of the regulars. One morning recently, he brought his young son in with him. I’m guessing the boy is about 7.
Tell me it isn’t so … football season is upon us! I thought summer was just getting cranked up. The dead period is over and it’s here!
We just concluded the eighth edition of Camp Blackberry. This is a week where my wife and I have all six of our grandchildren for the week, with field trips every day, great meals, art, crafts, lots of swimming and lots of stories. We have our own song playlist and if you see us passing by o…
We see a lot of hamstring injuries in sports medicine. Hamstring injuries are poorly understood and difficult to treat. They can be really tough injuries to come back from.
We recently got back from a vacation to the beach. It was a wonderful time with the whole family. If your family is like mine, most days you can’t drag the kids out of the bed in the morning. But at the beach, the kids (grandkids in this case) were up well before the adults.
My high school football coach died this week. He was 91 and his health had been in decline for a while. If you’ve followed this column, you know my story and the influence he had on my life.
Core strength. Everybody that spends time in a fitness center has heard the term. It’s been around a long time. But maybe misunderstood.
I got a different and somewhat mean-spirited question a couple of weeks ago. “What are you trying to prove?” What do you mean? “I mean all this biking stuff and it always seems like you’re doing something … hiking, traveling. It seems like a man your age should start slowing down.”
I cleaned out my truck last week. Even ran it through one of those car wash things. I do that about once a year, whether it needs it or not. The accumulated junk is massive.
Diet and nutrition. Are there any two things in the world where there has been more conflicting information put out there than these?
I have a bit of a confession to make. I’m not a big fan of T-ball. You know the game. Baseball or softball. Kids, 6-7 years old. Or younger. For most, their first foray into team sports.
I attended a track meet recently. Actually, it was a middle school track meet. I was there to cover the high school baseball game next door but I had two granddaughters competing in the track meet so I stuck around the track meet until they ran.
I’m a big fan of the magazine Men’s Journal. Yeah, I know…still reading magazines makes me a dinosaur. I do actually read printed material. And I love the feel of a newspaper. Part of the joy of Sunday morning is getting a real newspaper in the mailbox.
I’m hard of hearing. I wear hearing aids. It isn’t just an old man thing (although I qualify in that category). I’ve had hearing aids since I was 40. It probably had to do with spending a lot of time on a tractor. Or playing in a rock band (true story).
I’m not a gifted cyclist, but I’m a good cyclist. What does that mean? It means that I don’t have a lot of talent for the sport. I don’t have a big capacity for endurance activities. Never did.
I recently attended a physical therapy meeting in Austin, Texas known as the Graham Sessions. Named after my friend and fellow physical therapist Patrick Graham, the Graham Sessions is a meeting of 100 physical therapists from around the country who come together to dissect and try to solve …
I have a bum right knee. It all started in 1968, with a football injury. My last knee surgery on that knee was 1995. It doesn’t hurt very often, but it doesn’t always work so well. Watching me run is painful by itself. I think the Maryville High football coaches have a video somewhere of me …
I want to be around people that are always trying to get better. Those people that are trying to get more informed (better educated). Those people that are trying to be better people. Those people that are trying to get better at whatever they do.
I missed John Wilson Huffman’s Eagle ceremony yesterday afternoon. I had a previous commitment. I would really like to have been there. John Wilson is one of my favorite kids.
You might know that I head into work really early. I’m not going to say how early because it would either sound like bragging or whining. Let’s just say that it is really early. I love to get to the office, set up my computer, make coffee, and get my day started early. Sleep is not one of my…
A week ago today, a local fellow was riding a bicycle along a country road in south Blount County.
When I was a teenager, we were always looking for a place to play pickup basketball. There was an outdoor court at Mr. Don P. Smith’s house. Same at the Junior High. We had “ways” to get into two gyms in town that had long been closed down.
I was inspired this week by coach Dabo Swiney’s words offered during a press conference following his football team’s national championship game. (Yes, I’m a huge Clemson fan. You might remember that my son played football there.) He talked about how his hometown of Pelham, Ala., shaped him.
Apparently that column I did a couple of weeks ago about yelling parents resonated with a lot of folks. I believe I received more mail and comments on that one than any I’ve done in 33-plus years (yeah, hard to believe that I’ve been writing this column that long).
If you know me, you know I’m not real big on New Year’s Resolutions. I pursue health with a dogged persistence. Year round. But maybe Resolutions work for you. Great. All I ask is that you don’t be one of those people that joins a gym in January, only to fail to show up in February.
I was sitting with one of my granddaughters last week, watching one of her siblings play basketball. Behind us was a dad who yelled at his son the entire game. He was mostly encouraging, but called constantly to his son to give him tips and encourage him to “take it to the rim.” This dad nev…
As I start writing this, I have no idea where it might end up. Such is the life of a writer with a lot to say but with a brain spinning around a whole bunch of ideas and can’t seem to land on just one. Here goes.
I don’t want this to seem dark and gloomy. I want it to be something else entirely. But some life experiences this week caused me to think of my dad, who died in 1997.
It is widely assumed that eating disorders affect only females. Statistics tell us otherwise. In fact, almost one in three people that struggle with an eating disorder is male. Yet, with the stigma that it is a “female” disorder, a lot of males do not seek treatment.
I have a friend who is agonizing over how to best raise her son. (Haven’t a lot of us been down that road?) In particular, she wants to make sure that he is an active youngster and, as a result of that, becomes an active adult.
I took my youngest granddaughter to a soccer game recently. It was the Maryville Lady Rebels sub-state game against Science Hill that they won 3-0, qualifying them for the state tournament.