He
Couldn't Do Nothing
His
name escapes me and so does the position he played. He was on the
offensive line somewhere on the junior high football team I coached
in the latter 1970's. But what he did, or should I say what he
failed to do, has stuck with me like glue under a dental crown for
forty years.
Anyone
who watches and understands football knows that the quarterback will
sometimes bellow out a hard cadence or snap count, without the center
hiking the ball, to get the opposition's defense to move into the
neutral zone. This is an off-side penalty and an easy five yard gain
for the offense.
On
the professional or collegiate level, the trick is successful just
now and then throughout a season. On the junior high school level
though, the gimmick has a much greater chance of success. Of course,
your own players can't move or the offense will get called for the
infraction, and the team will have to back up five yards.
Perhaps
it was my obsessive compulsion that drove me to try this form of
trickery over and over again. This coach was not about to give up on
a chance to gain five free yards. So, for the first half of the
season, we rehearsed the hard count in practice to perfection. We not
only used it when running offensive plays, I also implemented the
second or third “hut” or second and third whistle during sprints
and other forms of conditioning as well.
We
had it down pat – in practice, that is. During games, we jumped
early every single time.
So,
one evening during practice I decided on another course of action.
Instead of just changing the snap count on the play that was called,
I changed the entire name of the play. The quarterback, George
Eckenroad, was instructed to call the play by its new name, the do
nothing play. I figured that a young player, excited about doing
well in a game, would be less likely to jump offside if there was no
one assigned for him to block – the assignment was simply to do
nothing.
Again,
we had it down in practice to perfection. George was told to call a
timeout if the opposition didn't jump, and I was prepared to waste
one of the precious timeouts if I had to.
Still,
based on our past performances with the gimmick play, I didn't feel
good about our chances of success. So, I told the players that if
anyone jumped on the do nothing play, he'd have to take a lap
around the field during the game in front of all the students and
parents in attendance – and he would have to do this with his
helmet off, so everyone would know who the bozo was that could not do
nothing.
[Author's
note: In retrospect, I should have remembered something taught to me
many years ago during my student teaching experience. A wise
cooperating teacher once suggested that a teacher or coach should
never make a rule and indicate the punishment for breaking that rule,
unless he or she is prepared to back it up.]
The
kids knew I was serious this time, so we came up with an array of
strategies during the week of practice, to help them remember to do
nothing during our next game if indeed the play was called. We had to
be careful though, that we didn't give away our trick count to the
opposing defense. So, the players were informed to communicate aloud
to each other with phrases like, “think” or “use your head,”
and “no one to block,” and so on. They shouted these hints aloud
every time we broke the huddle during practice. And they were to do
the same thing during game time.
I
vividly recall the look on George's face as I gave him the do
nothing play at our next game, and he could have earned an
academy award for the manner in which he sold that snap count. Heck,
as the signals were barked, I almost jumped onto the playing field
myself from the coach's box.
Sure
enough, everyone remained motionless as instructed, except for one
player. On all fours and his head protruding into the neutral zone,
and cocked to look at me, he reminded me of a timid turtle checking
out his surroundings.
I
said nothing. I only pointed toward the cinder track that encircled
the football field. The poor kid took off his helmet and proceeded to
take his lap in total humiliation.
The
lessen though, had been learned. We called the do nothing play
a few more times throughout the remaining games and no one jumped off
sides that I can recall. But, I never again used that methodology as
a punishment. And I've felt horrible about it ever since.
It's
way over-due, but it's time I apologize to that gridiron warrior. So
today, in this public
forum, I sheepishly must say that I'm sincerely sorry to the lad who
could not do nothing – and I ask for your forgiveness.
I
hope too, that he learned that it's perfectly okay to do absolutely
nothing at times in life simply because it's good therapy for all of
us. When one has a chance to do nothing, he or she should not pass it
up.