Author: Chet

Today we did a reload. Practice 75 was supposed to have occurred back at the end of March. Heart attack got in the way. So, today, we did a redo. We got to do a redo. Grateful. Today, we practiced with OSU Head Coaches. Today we practiced with a few and it felt sacred. Today … Continue reading The gift…

You most likely work for a company. If it’s a typical American made kinda place you are lucky, according to Gallup, if 28% are engaged. Sucks to think you are running a business with over seventy percent of your peeps either disengaged or actively disengaged. Let me brag for a bit. The BTL band is … Continue reading Small Giant…

My first week back from the brink was clarifying. Most every practice, regardless my intent, circled back to what was on many a mind - What the hell was running through your mind when you saw deaths door slowly swinging open. Many wanted to know if I was scared to death, so to speak. The … Continue reading Peaceful and fight for life…

Today I went back to work. Four practices starting with Grappy and ending with Chicago. All zoom. All good. Tomorrow I’ve got five. Wednesday six. Thursday four. Friday three. It. Is. Good. To. OPUS. Krit and Penny came home to nurse me back to health. Amazing. Happy Easter celebrating Willow’s 37th with more family including … Continue reading Let it be…

This morning I retraced the route of my heart attack. I drove it this time. Before all you Safety Sue’s get worried that I’m disregarding my doc’s protocol, I’m not. I requested clearance, got approval, so away I went. I had a few teams that I wanted to love... My first stop was St. Anns … Continue reading Love harder…

Three years ago this morning, I was alive and on Heaven’s door. Thanks, Grappy and Brother Mick. Thanks, St. Ann’s docs. Thanks for saving my sorriness. I’m reposting the story for those that don’t know and for those that do. Let’s this serve as a reminder to take nothing for granted. Live like you’re heading … Continue reading Alive and gone to Heaven…

Miss and I just enjoyed dinner alone. She made an amazing dinner of turkey, tomato sauce, and pasta. We sat and shared our thoughts. I told her how much I love working with my favorite women’s soccer team and their illustrious leader. It. Makes. No. Cents. It makes perfect sense to me. I told Miss … Continue reading The spirit moves…

Saturday I set a PR (personal record) on the Peloton bike. Everything in my body hurt. I smiled. Sunday, Miss and I had arrived home and the boys and I headed out for a two hour ride in the countryside. Laughs and hard pulls. Monday, more of the same. The legs, neck, back, and quads … Continue reading A day…