Thursday, August 1, 2019

FOOTBALL FOCUS / LIFE LESSONS


FOOTBALL FOCUS / NO DISTRACTIONS


Our world, our country, ALL people of ALL races . . . there seems to be a massive consciousness shift and energetic 🔱 rebalancing rocking our planet right now, a boatload of serious spiritual energy rising to the surface for transmutation and transformation. It clearly involves men and male energy. Our country right now is grievously lacking positive, balanced male leadership and respect and love for ALL PEOPLE living here today on planet Earth. 

"ALWAYS FOCUS ON THE POSITIVE" __ This sage advice was given to us often by our amazing varsity football coach at Rome Catholic High School in Rome, New York, especially when we faced adversity. The man with the whistle, clipboard, gruff voice and commanding positive aura was COACH RAYMOND VACCARO, our incredible head coach AND wonderful mentor. Our lives were changed forever in a very good and positive way to be in the presence of this man. He was a leader. He held us to a higher standard. He showed us how to be good men. He was our role model. He was awesome. TODAY we could ALL definitely use his positive, encouraging, nonjudgemental energy . . . Big time.  

I’ll never forget one game in particular my senior year at RCH in the fall of 1970. It was an away game, we had already suited up, everyone wearing full pads and equipment, and we were taking a short bus ride from the locker room to the football field. I was crammed in at an angle in the aisle row, towards the back of the bus, sort of crunched in my seat next to another player, our gear and shoulder pads squeezing all the room between us. It was very quiet on the bus. 


FOCUS & DISCIPLINE __ Coach Vaccaro liked everyone to stay quiet and focused right before our games, to think about the game plan and mentally get into the zone. He was a big proponent of staying focused on what you had to do. Don’t allow distractions. Don’t let your mind wander. He taught us an excellent philosophy for football. He was also teaching us, simultaneously, an excellent philosophy for life. 


POWERFUL & FEARLESS __ Coach Raymond Vaccaro was born in 1929, first year of the Great Depression. He was captain of the varsity football team at Rome Free Academy in 1949 and was an excellent athlete despite being shorter than most of the other players. He was tough, built low to the ground, extremely powerful and absolutely fearless. He served with distinction in the U.S. Army in Korea. He was devoted and focused and always gave it all he had . . . as an athlete, a soldier, a leader, a husband, a father, a coach, and especially as an incredibly positive adult male role model for our diverse team of young, innocent, impressionable, Catholic, high school football players.




PERFECT PRACTICE __ Coach Vaccaro channeled the same coaching genius, hands-on leadership charisma and Italian emotion and passion as the great Green Bay Packer head football COACH VINCE LOMBARDI. Perfect technique. Perfect practice. ALWAYS. He explained blocking and tackling techniques, then demonstrated them, then we practiced ourselves, over and over, always with perfect form. When demonstrating tackling drills on the RCH football practice field with us, wearing only shorts, cleats, football jersey and a whistle, he would easily grab us in our full gear and pads and just throw us around like rag dolls. He was strong as a bull and afraid of nothing. We idolized him.


BUZZING PANDEMONIUM __ As we’re all trying to stay quiet and focused sitting in the moving school bus, suddenly, a huge bumblebee flies in the side window. Pandemonium sets in. The bee is buzzing in between and around our heads. Some of the younger guys in the seat right in front of me start to panic and squeal and yell and flail around. It was chaos. That’s when I spotted him coming down the aisle directly toward us. 
UH-OH, here comes coach,” 
I thought to myself. 

What happened next was like a scene from a QUENTIN TARANTINO movie.


KUNG FU FOCUS __ Coach Vaccaro quickly motors down the center aisle to the back of the school bus and abruptly stops right there directly in front of me. He never says a word. The bee is buzzing in and out. Everyone’s in a panic and squirming around and squealing, and then, suddenly . . . . WHACK!!! . . . . Coach snaps out a sizzling, stinging BRUCE LEE Jeet Kune Do backslap and blasts that bee in mid-air about 8 inches in front of my face.

WHACK SILENCE __ Everything immediately snaps into slow motion. The buzzing stops. Everything goes dead quiet. The bee smacks off coach’s sudden, explosive backslap, blasts right in front of my face, past two guys sitting on my left, and smacks into the wall of the bus between the windows. It then bounced about six inches off the wall, hovered there for a nanosecond, and immediately buzzed out the open window.

IT'S TIME FOR FOOTBALL __ Before I could even begin to mentally digest and comprehend this crazy scene playing out out right before my eyes, I immediately turned my head to look back at coach . . . but, NOOO . . . he's already gone. He never said a word. No whistle. No clipboard. No play diagram. No X's and O's. No Vince Lombardi inspirational quote. No discussion. No fatherly advice. No delicious Italian pasta pre-game carbo loading. No wasted effort. No nothing. NADA! He simply smacked that bee in mid-air, knocked it flying out the window, and immediately turned around to return to his seat. It's time for football. No distractions . . . BEE IN THE MOMENT BOYS ! ! 


MEANINGFUL LIFE LESSON
I was just a 17-year-old kid at the time and this was one of the most amazing things I’d ever witnessed. And now, as I fondly and humbly and lovingly remember our cherished Coach Vaccaro all these years later, it’s still one of the most stunningly powerful, realistic, kinesthetic life lessons I’ve ever experienced.


 

BOYS NEED MEN 

Coach Vaccaro, you were a powerful, loving inspiration for ALL OF US . . . and so much more than simply a great football coach.




POSITIVE ADULT MALE 

ROLE MODEL 

You also boldly and gracefully served as the positive adult male role model that many of us (especially me) really needed during those vulnerable, volatile, influential, wildly-transformative, emotional, rollercoaster teenage years. You believed in us. You stood by us. You were there for us. You were a rock for us . . . a solid, stable, loving, fatherly foundation that allowed us to make mistakes and still learn and grow and mature and help each other develop into good players and good teammates and good men.


 



🙏 BE BAD ASS EVERY DAY __ We thank you Coach for the wonderful lessons you graciously taught us about TEAMWORK, DISCIPLINE, always doing our BEST, living life to the FULLEST and staying CENTERED and FOCUSED regardless of this world's crazy, harmless distractions that sometimes try to attack us and buzz around inside our little heads. Powerful lessons. We're all better men today just because YOU WERE THERE FOR US.


Your strong presence and sacred fatherly energy remain in our hearts and souls to this very day and continue to motivate us and guide us. 

We love you. We bless you. We behold the Lombardi in you. 

Thanks for everything Coach.   ❤️ 🙏 



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Sacred Balance: Soul Quest on Mount Shasta
Mni Wiconi: Sacred Stand at Standing Rock


BILL ARENA, eldest of nine kids born in Rome, New York, is a lightworker, spiritual warrior, energy healer, animal / bird wrangler, men's work facilitator, group meditation leader, Alcatraz open ocean endurance swimmer and head writer / editor Arena Creative Group, San Francisco. 



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Wednesday, November 2, 2011

MMA FIGHT CARD: "I Love You Grandma"


Went to an exciting fight card recently, “Battle on the Bay” by Rocktagon MMA, an Ohio-based company’s first fight promotion in San Francisco Bay held at the Craneway Pavilion. It was great. I ended up sitting next to this very pleasant, frail, little elderly grandmother and her two adult daughters. She seemed so out of place in this big room filled with muscle shirts and skinheads and tattoos and waitresses in bikinis and burly security guards and huge waves of testosterone energy washing over the crowd and electrifying the place.

She was there to see her grandson fight, John ‘JT” Donaldson, a 19-year-old bantamweight Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu specialist from Livermore, California, just starting his professional mixed martial arts career. She told me she was nervous for him but very excited and very proud at the same time. I instantly connected with this beautiful, little grandmother and her young grandson starting out in this extremely dangerous and brutal business.

JT’s fight was third on the card. I was shocked to discover he was fighting Ernard Rosic, a guy who trains at the same UFC gym in Concord, CA, where I work out, the only fighter on the card that I’d ever met in person. My allegiance sorely tested. Who should I root for in this fight? My intuition kicks in, no way my man, I’m definitely going with JT. 

The bell rings, the match a whirlwind of action. These lighter weights so quick, so explosive, they’re flying all over the ring, exciting stuff. JT gets thrown on his back, covering up from huge ground and pound attack, arms and legs flying everywhere, the crowd goes crazy. Suddenly, a huge roar, the people in front of us jump up screaming, can’t see what’s happening, pandemonium, the ref waves the fighters apart, it’s over. Oh my gosh, what just happened? 

It was surreal. Crowd screaming, we’re screaming, can’t tell what happened, both fighters still tangled on the canvas. And then, as if in slow motion, with the “Rocky” theme playing in my head, JT jumps to his feet, fists in the air, like the phoenix rising from the ashes. Oh my gosh. HE JUST WON! HE WON! Woohoo, we all go absolutely crazy. He had managed to lock in an armbar, won the fight by submission. Unbelievable! Incredible finish! 

Then the real magic started. JT’s hand is raised. The crowd goes nuts. He pulls on a blue t-shirt, gets taken to center ring for his post-fight interview. With his voice trembling ever so slightly, he says “This fight’s for you Grandpa. I love you and I miss you.” He then explains to the crowd that his grandparents raised him, his grandfather died two years ago and he really misses him, and then . . . he points directly across the ring to this little, delicate, frail woman sitting back in the crowd right next to me, and says into the microphone . . . “and I LOVE YOU GRANDMA.” 

Everyone in the pavilion turns to look at her, huge cheers and loving energy from all the people in the room directed at this little woman . . . and I’m sitting right there just basking in her reflected glow. It was a spiritual moment I’ll never forget. 

The photo above was taken just minutes later after JT exited the ring. He came straight over to hug his grandmother. Such an intense display of love and emotion . . . what a night. These two people touched the lives of hundreds of fight fans last night. I was so honored to be one of them. 

 



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Tuesday, May 3, 2011

WILD WEST CHALLENGE BOXING


I’ve always been a huge fan of combat sports, boxing, karate, Taekwondo, Muay Thai, and now mixed martial arts and the UFC (Ultimate Fighting Championship). 

Back in the day I organized and promoted several old-school “Tough Man” boxing shows in Lawton, Oklahoma.

We recruited local tough guys, barroom brawlers, military guys, college football players, ANYONE willing to strap on a pair of boxing gloves and slug it out in the ring.

It was a round-robin tournament, keep fighting until you lose, winner takes all, two weight classes, each winner takes home $1,000 cash, ten crisp $100 bills, which were presented right there in the ring after they won their final match. 

It was a wildly exciting promotion. We had some spectacular knockouts, some wild fights, even several fights in the stands among spectators . . . it was a wild and crazy time.

I’ll never forget the very first show we put on back in the early 1980s. I had arranged for a local doctor in Oklahoma City to drive the 90 miles southwest down I-44 to Lawton that night to do the cursory pre-fight physicals for our fighters. Everyone signed a waiver. There was tension and excitement in the air.

Now, since this was 1980, we had no cell phones or email or text messaging or twitter or facebook or anything. It turns out that my doctor had a medical emergency come up at the very last minute and couldn’t drive down to Lawton after all. He called my office in Oklahoma City and left a message for me on my cassette tape answering machine (my trusty little iPhone was still 27 years in the future). The doctor had no way to contact me directly. I never received his message.

So here I am in the basement of the Lawton Coliseum in this room full of local tough guys, thugs, motorcyclists, boxing wannabees, ex-cons, and it’s fight time. They’re all amped up and ready to slug it out and there’s no doctor to do the physicals. I start to get nervous. 

Then the stands started filling up with paying customers . . . and they're slugging down pitchers of Coors and Bud and eating jalapeno cheese nachos and yelling for the big rumble to get started.

The fighters are jacked up. “Hey, what’s going on? Where’s the doctor? What’s the deal, man?” . . . . Now I’m getting really, really nervous.

Suddenly I recognized this good ol’ boy in overalls and an OSU t-shirt, a back country cowboy I had met just the week before when I was putting up fight posters in local bars. He said he knew a doctor in Lawton that was a big boxing fan and might possibly be able to come in and do our physicals. I was desperate. Yeah, I said, PLEASE, let's call him . . . right now!

ANSWERED PRAYER:  So, together we ran upstairs to the coliseum business office and called this local Lawton physician who, incredibly, arrived just 20 minutes later. The doctor did all the physicals, joked around with the fighters, even had a great "bedside manner." He did a fantastic job. Then he graciously stayed for the whole evening as our ringside physician. It all worked out so beautifully.

The fights went on as scheduled. A lot of beer was sold that night. Nobody was hurt (at least not seriously). The crowd loved it. My investors made some good money. It was an absolutely fantastic tough man promotion.


 

"IT'S TIME!"

I never told anyone that our official ringside physician that very first night of my career as a toughman boxing promoter was actually NOT a medical doctor. To be totally honest, the doctor who saved my butt that steamy night at the Lawton Coliseum in Oklahoma was, in fact, a veterinarian!

Taking a cue from my esteemed mentor Bob Arum, founder and CEO of Top Rank, a premier boxing promotion company based in Las Vegas (who's also a cum laude graduate of the Harvard Law School), I quickly deduced that some details in the Sweet Science are better left unsaid. 

Keep your hands up. Protect yourself at all times. And, no matter what happens, the show must go on. 

Thank you Bob. 

Lesson learned.  



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FOOTBALL LESSONS, LIFE LESSONS

It was with deep sadness that I learned of the recent passing of Raymond Vaccaro of Rome, NY, my high school football coach at Rome Catholic High School. He was a great coach and a great mentor.

I’ll never forget one game in particular my senior year at RCH in the fall of 1970. It was an away game, we had already suited up, everyone wearing full pads and equipment, and we were taking a short bus ride from the locker room to the football field. I was crammed in at an angle in the aisle row, towards the back of the bus, sort of crunched in my seat next to another player, our gear and shoulder pads squeezing all the room between us. It was very quiet on the bus.


FOCUS & DISCIPLINE __ Coach Vaccaro liked everyone to stay quiet and focused right before our games, to think about the game plan and mentally get into the zone. He was a big proponent of staying focused on what you had to do. Don’t allow distractions. Don’t let your mind wander. He taught us an excellent philosophy for football. It was also an excellent philosophy for life.


POWERFUL & FEARLESS __ Raymond Vaccaro was born in 1929, first year of the Great Depression. He was captain of the varsity football team at Rome Free Academy in 1949 and was an excellent athlete despite being shorter than most of the other players. He was tough, built low to the ground, extremely powerful and absolutely fearless. He served with distinction in the U.S. Army in Korea. He was devoted and focused and always gave it all he had . . . as an athlete, as a soldier, as a leader, as a coach.




PERFECT PRACTICE __ Coach Vaccaro channeled the same coaching genius and hands-on leadership power as the late, great Green Bay Packer head coach VINCE LOMBARDI. Perfect technique. Perfect practice. ALWAYS. He explained blocking and tackling techniques, then demonstrated them, then we practiced ourselves, over and over, always with perfect form. When demonstrating tackling drills on the football practice field with us, wearing only shorts, cleats, football jersey and a whistle, he would easily grab us in our full gear and pads and just throw us around like rag dolls. He was strong as a bull and afraid of nothing. We idolized him. 



BUZZING PANDEMONIUM __ As we’re all trying to stay quiet and focused sitting in the moving school bus, suddenly, a huge bumblebee flies in the side window. Pandemonium sets in. The bee is buzzing in between and around our heads. Some of the younger guys in the seat right in front of me start to panic and squeal and yell and flail around. It was chaos. That’s when I spotted him coming down the aisle directly toward us. 
UH-OH, here comes coach,” 
I thought to myself. 

What happened next was like a scene from a Quentin Tarantino movie.


KUNG FU FOCUS __ Coach Vaccaro quickly motors down the center aisle to the back of the school bus and abruptly stops right there directly in front of me. He never says a word. The bee is buzzing in and out. Everyone’s in a panic and squirming around and squealing, and then, suddenly . . . . WHACK!!! Coach snaps out a sizzling, stinging Bruce Lee backhand and slaps that bee in mid-air about 8 inches in front of my face.


WHACK / SILENCE __ Everything immediately snaps into slow motion. The buzzing stops. Everything goes dead quiet. The bee smacks off coach’s backhand, blasts right in front of my face, past two guys sitting on my left, and smacks into the wall of the bus between the windows. It then bounced about six inches off the wall, hovered there for a nanosecond, and immediately buzzed out the open window.


IT'S TIME FOR FOOTBALL __ Before I could even begin to mentally digest and comprehend this crazy scene that just played out right before my eyes, I immediately turned my head to look back at coach . . . but, NO, he's already gone. He never said a word. No whistle. No clipboard. No play diagram. No Vince Lombardi inspirational quote. No discussion. No Italian pasta. No wasted effort. No nothing. NADA! He simply smacked that bee in mid-air, knocked it flying out the window, and immediately turned around to return to his seat. It's time for football. No distractions . . . BEE IN THE MOMENT BOYS ! ! 


MEANINGFUL LIFE LESSON
I was just a 17-year-old kid at the time and this was one of the most amazing things I’d ever witnessed. And now, as I fondly and humbly and lovingly remember our cherished Coach Vaccaro some 40 years later, it’s still one of the most stunningly powerful, realistic, kinesthetic life lessons I’ve ever experienced.


 

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BOYS NEED MEN __ Coach Vaccaro, you were such a powerful, loving inspiration for ALL OF US . . . and so much more than simply an amazing high school varsity football coach. You also boldly and gracefully served as the positive adult male role model that many of us (especially me) really needed during these vulnerable, volatile, influential, wildly-transformative, emotional rollercoaster teenage years. You believed in us. You stood by us. You were there for us. You were a rock for us . . . a solid, stable, loving foundation that allowed us to make mistakes and still learn and grow and mature and help each other develop into good players and good teammates and good men.  



BE ALL YOU CAN BE __ We thank you Coach for the wonderful lessons you graciously taught us about TEAMWORK, DISCIPLINE, doing our BEST, living life to the FULLESTstaying centered and FOCUSED regardless of life's crazy distractions that sometimes try to buzz around and get into our little heads. Powerful lessons. We're all better men today just because YOU WERE THERE FOR US.


Your strong presence and sacred fatherly energy remains in our hearts and souls to this day and continues to motivate us and guide us. 

We love you. We bless you. We behold the Lombardi in you. 

Thanks for everything Coach.   ❤️ 🙏 




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OTHER ARTICLES BY ARENA CREATIVE GROUP

Sacred Balance: Soul Quest on Mount Shasta

Mni Wiconi: Sacred Stand at Standing Rock

MMA Fighter: "I Love You Grandma"

Spiritual Enlightenment Fiat Style

My Crazy Escape From Alcatraz

Wild West Challenge Boxing 

www.billarena.net

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