November 12, 2002
When I was young, probably eight or nine years old, I used to dress up in some old football gear that my dad gave me and go out and play in the front yard. The gear consisted of a plastic helmet and facemask and some shoulder pads made partially of leather and plastic with beanbags for the padding. It was real football gear and at that time I had no idea about brand names like Bike or Riddell; nor did I care. I would put the gear on and take my dogs (Golden Retrievers Taffy and Brandon) out for a little game of two on one. Pretending they were the defense, I would throw the ball strait into the air, catch it, and run at them. They of course just ran around in circles having fun. I on the other hand would make cuts and fakes, spin around them, try and jump over them, and of course eventually pretend that one of them tackled me when I got tired. I would lay in the grass for a few moments to catch my breath and pet the dogs, telling them what good defense they played, then get up and do it all over again. Growing up in the outskirts of Walla Walla Washington (as one can imagine) there was not much to do other than play a lot of make believe.
One Christmas my grandparents drove their motor home up from California for the holidays. Grandpa had a video camera and I remember my brother and I going out into the front yard and playing football together. Dad would throw a long pass and Ken or I would dive into the snow-covered bushes to catch it. We played this game for hours. I'm sure my mom was not too happy about the fact that when the snow melted her bushes would probably be crushed or dead, however at the time I think she just enjoyed watching the family have fun. I'm sure my parents still have that videotape somewhere and are just waiting for the perfect opportunity to embarrass me with it.
I have always loved the game of football. From as far back as I can remember I told my classmates, family, friends, etc. that I was going to play football when I could. There were no pop-warner leagues in town when I was young, so entering into Jr. High was the first opportunity anyone had to play. More than just wanting to play because it was fun however, was the drive I had to prove people wrong. You see, there were many people that chuckled when I said I was going to play, or told me I could not because I was a girl. Mr. Smith, the coach, was very supportive and knew I had the ability to play along with the boys. The biggest obstacle was convincing the other schools in the league to allow a girl to play against them. Up until this point a girl had never played football in my school's league before. Finally it was allowed for me to play and my football carrier was under way. I started as flanker on offense, corner on defense, and we went undefeated during the season.
It's hard to believe that was 15 years ago. Time sure does fly by and yet some things never change. I still have a love for the game and a drive to do the unexpected. I have always been surrounded with strong support from family and friends. I have been extremely lucky to be a player on teams with an incredible will to win. Once again I am a part of a team that has yet to lose a football game. The biggest difference between then and now is back then I played for myself; I played because people told me I shouldn't and I worked harder because I was told I couldn't. Today I play for the team. I work hard because I see others doing it. I rely on my teammates every bit as much as they rely on me. There are no individuals on this team; only a group with a common goal and I am very proud to be a small part of it.
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Impressions
November 5, 2002
The saying "You never hav a second chance to make a first impression" has always troubled me. I for one have been told several times that initially I come off as a mean or standoffish person. I'm pretty certain that those that know me would say this is definitely not the case. There is more that comes into play when making a first impression than just what you do or do not say. How you look, the way you act, the circumstances you are in; these all must be placed in the mix. Even with this, first impressions can be deceiving. I tend to be an introvert when I don't know people or surroundings. This is because I like to survey the situation and get a feel for it before I make a judgement. Once I get comfortable with an individual person or a group, I am very outgoing and social.
There are two very opposite reactions I receive when I tell people that I play tackle football. There are those people that think it is the coolest thing they've ever heard. They are very excited about the idea and extremely supportive. There are also those that look at me like I'm crazy. They don't believe it's full contact football. They think that all the women out there must be big and masculine. They tend to make judgements and have preconceived notions without even giving it a chance. This is nothing new to me however; since I was little I have always been athletic and assume that people have judged me without ever getting to know "the real" me. I have never been one to let this bother me however; I have my friends and family that know me and that is all that is important.
I think one of my stronger points out on the field is my level of intensity. Whether it is at practice or a game, I become very focused on the task at hand. It always amuses me when another player will approach me and ask if I am angry with them because I gave them a bad look or had a scowl on my face. I have to explain to them that my looks are not aimed towards anyone in particular, I'm just "in the zone." Because we have spent so much time together these past few months it seems as if we've known one another forever. I forget sometimes that my teammates are still getting to know me.
I will admit that I am guilty of preconceived notions and judgements with regards to this team as well. I had no idea of what a diverse group of people there would be out on the field. To glance over our roster of players, I see lawyers, doctors, stay at home mothers, students, etc. So many different people and yet a common goal; to bring home a championship.
The coaching staff is extremely diverse as well. I would never have imagined that there could be so many different ways to teach something and yet achieve the same result. They coach through teaching and constructive criticism rather than scolding and punishment. Although this is a sport, women are sensitive and emotional. I can imagine it's not easy to take a group of 50-60 women and teach them the game of football.
The first time I really got a chance to work with each coach was at the Spring training camp. They had us split up into individual stations according to positions on the field. After only one day of this I never wanted to see Coach Butler (the defensive coordinator) again. He would find a nerve and dig at it. Initially I felt like he was picking on me and yet he did this to everyone there. Now I know he is just full of energy and emotion and will never let his players give up. He is constantly looking for the best out of us and in turn my initial sore feelings have turned to a great respect.
Switching from a defensive station to an offensive station in training camp was like night and day. Not only because of the purpose of the positions but because of the coaches. Coach Brown (the offensive coordinator) seemed to be a complete 180 degrees from Coach Butler. Butler was loud and aggressive, Brown was quiet, conserved and all business. You could think of Coach Brown as Mr. Football; he pays strict attention to detail and form, always focused and always prepared. Because of this quiet demeanor I found Coach Brown very intimidating at training camp. Initial intimidation has now turned into an understanding of what it really means to love a sport and to do whatever it takes to succeed.
There really are no words to describe Coach Gray, the head coach of the team. Goofy, off the wall, spontaneous, motivating, inspiring; these few barely scratch the surface. To try and explain what it is like to sit back and listen to his words of wisdom, whether it be a pregame speech or a road trip conversation, just wouldn't do it justice. The bottom line is this; every player on the team knows how lucky we are to have Coach Gray lead us. Throughout my athletic career I have never been on a team in which the coach is held with such high regard and respect.
Throughout the past few months I have been able to get to know the coaches and players as people rather than team mates. In turn I have been able to let down my guard and allowed them to get to know me. Fortunately in many circumstances first impressions can be placed aside. I can laugh at the idea that several players thought I was mean; they know me now and know better than that.
The saying "You never hav a second chance to make a first impression" has always troubled me. I for one have been told several times that initially I come off as a mean or standoffish person. I'm pretty certain that those that know me would say this is definitely not the case. There is more that comes into play when making a first impression than just what you do or do not say. How you look, the way you act, the circumstances you are in; these all must be placed in the mix. Even with this, first impressions can be deceiving. I tend to be an introvert when I don't know people or surroundings. This is because I like to survey the situation and get a feel for it before I make a judgement. Once I get comfortable with an individual person or a group, I am very outgoing and social.
There are two very opposite reactions I receive when I tell people that I play tackle football. There are those people that think it is the coolest thing they've ever heard. They are very excited about the idea and extremely supportive. There are also those that look at me like I'm crazy. They don't believe it's full contact football. They think that all the women out there must be big and masculine. They tend to make judgements and have preconceived notions without even giving it a chance. This is nothing new to me however; since I was little I have always been athletic and assume that people have judged me without ever getting to know "the real" me. I have never been one to let this bother me however; I have my friends and family that know me and that is all that is important.
I think one of my stronger points out on the field is my level of intensity. Whether it is at practice or a game, I become very focused on the task at hand. It always amuses me when another player will approach me and ask if I am angry with them because I gave them a bad look or had a scowl on my face. I have to explain to them that my looks are not aimed towards anyone in particular, I'm just "in the zone." Because we have spent so much time together these past few months it seems as if we've known one another forever. I forget sometimes that my teammates are still getting to know me.
I will admit that I am guilty of preconceived notions and judgements with regards to this team as well. I had no idea of what a diverse group of people there would be out on the field. To glance over our roster of players, I see lawyers, doctors, stay at home mothers, students, etc. So many different people and yet a common goal; to bring home a championship.
The coaching staff is extremely diverse as well. I would never have imagined that there could be so many different ways to teach something and yet achieve the same result. They coach through teaching and constructive criticism rather than scolding and punishment. Although this is a sport, women are sensitive and emotional. I can imagine it's not easy to take a group of 50-60 women and teach them the game of football.
The first time I really got a chance to work with each coach was at the Spring training camp. They had us split up into individual stations according to positions on the field. After only one day of this I never wanted to see Coach Butler (the defensive coordinator) again. He would find a nerve and dig at it. Initially I felt like he was picking on me and yet he did this to everyone there. Now I know he is just full of energy and emotion and will never let his players give up. He is constantly looking for the best out of us and in turn my initial sore feelings have turned to a great respect.
Switching from a defensive station to an offensive station in training camp was like night and day. Not only because of the purpose of the positions but because of the coaches. Coach Brown (the offensive coordinator) seemed to be a complete 180 degrees from Coach Butler. Butler was loud and aggressive, Brown was quiet, conserved and all business. You could think of Coach Brown as Mr. Football; he pays strict attention to detail and form, always focused and always prepared. Because of this quiet demeanor I found Coach Brown very intimidating at training camp. Initial intimidation has now turned into an understanding of what it really means to love a sport and to do whatever it takes to succeed.
There really are no words to describe Coach Gray, the head coach of the team. Goofy, off the wall, spontaneous, motivating, inspiring; these few barely scratch the surface. To try and explain what it is like to sit back and listen to his words of wisdom, whether it be a pregame speech or a road trip conversation, just wouldn't do it justice. The bottom line is this; every player on the team knows how lucky we are to have Coach Gray lead us. Throughout my athletic career I have never been on a team in which the coach is held with such high regard and respect.
Throughout the past few months I have been able to get to know the coaches and players as people rather than team mates. In turn I have been able to let down my guard and allowed them to get to know me. Fortunately in many circumstances first impressions can be placed aside. I can laugh at the idea that several players thought I was mean; they know me now and know better than that.
Woulda, Shoulda, Coulda
October 29, 2002
"For of all sad words of tongue or pen
The saddest are these: 'It might have been!'"
~John Greenleaf Whittier~
When I was in high school I was extremely lazy. I hated to practice so I would work just hard enough to earn my spot on the team but never really excel. I was lucky in that I did not have to study that much before exams to get a good grade. Now I think back and realize it I would have studied a little more or practiced a little harder the sky was the limit. Your parents, teachers and coaches always try and explain this to you yet at that age you never listen.
These days I try very hard to seize every opportunity that is presented to me. When I'm old and gray I do not want to look back over my life and say "I regret that I never..." or "I wish I would have..." There have been, however, times that if I had to do something all over again I would have done it differently. I could dwell on this for a long time, but I prefer to look at it in the light that even if I'm not satisfied with the results, at least I attempted it at all.
When my grandpa initially approached me with the idea of playing football I thought he was crazy. I am a competitive person and enjoy playing organized sports, but professional women's tackle football? I will admit that if it wasn't for grandpa talking me in to trying out, I doubt I would be on the team today. I would have never known what an amazing group of people make up this team. I would have never made these great friends or experienced this thrilling ride. I would however, probably have seen a clip on the news or heard something on the radio about the Sirens and thought "I wonder what that would be like, maybe I should have..."
Too many people sit idley by and let their life lead them rather than leading their life. Many people I know wake up, go to their eight to five job, go home, watch TV and go to bed, only to wake up and do it all over again. A lot of these same people probably have dreams and aspirations that will never be realized because they have accepted life as it is.
Time flies by so quickly; our season is well beyond half way over now. We have been practicing since last April and playing games since August yet it seems as if the season just began. Heading into November we are starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel. Our coaches could not have prepared us any more than we are right now and yet we continue to improve and become stronger as individuals and as a team. The drive and determination of each and every player is prevalent at every pracice. Obviously our goal is to continue in our winning ways and bring home a championship to Sacramento. I firmly believe that we have the ability to complete such a task. Regardless of the outcome however, I know I will not look back on the season and say "if only I would have..."I should have...." or "I could have..."
"For of all sad words of tongue or pen
The saddest are these: 'It might have been!'"
~John Greenleaf Whittier~
When I was in high school I was extremely lazy. I hated to practice so I would work just hard enough to earn my spot on the team but never really excel. I was lucky in that I did not have to study that much before exams to get a good grade. Now I think back and realize it I would have studied a little more or practiced a little harder the sky was the limit. Your parents, teachers and coaches always try and explain this to you yet at that age you never listen.
These days I try very hard to seize every opportunity that is presented to me. When I'm old and gray I do not want to look back over my life and say "I regret that I never..." or "I wish I would have..." There have been, however, times that if I had to do something all over again I would have done it differently. I could dwell on this for a long time, but I prefer to look at it in the light that even if I'm not satisfied with the results, at least I attempted it at all.
When my grandpa initially approached me with the idea of playing football I thought he was crazy. I am a competitive person and enjoy playing organized sports, but professional women's tackle football? I will admit that if it wasn't for grandpa talking me in to trying out, I doubt I would be on the team today. I would have never known what an amazing group of people make up this team. I would have never made these great friends or experienced this thrilling ride. I would however, probably have seen a clip on the news or heard something on the radio about the Sirens and thought "I wonder what that would be like, maybe I should have..."
Too many people sit idley by and let their life lead them rather than leading their life. Many people I know wake up, go to their eight to five job, go home, watch TV and go to bed, only to wake up and do it all over again. A lot of these same people probably have dreams and aspirations that will never be realized because they have accepted life as it is.
Time flies by so quickly; our season is well beyond half way over now. We have been practicing since last April and playing games since August yet it seems as if the season just began. Heading into November we are starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel. Our coaches could not have prepared us any more than we are right now and yet we continue to improve and become stronger as individuals and as a team. The drive and determination of each and every player is prevalent at every pracice. Obviously our goal is to continue in our winning ways and bring home a championship to Sacramento. I firmly believe that we have the ability to complete such a task. Regardless of the outcome however, I know I will not look back on the season and say "if only I would have..."I should have...." or "I could have..."
The Mid-Season Crunch
October 22, 2002
I have always been grateful that I have never sustained any serious injuries while playing sports. Like most athletes, I have had minor cuts, scrapes, bruises and sprains. I have also fractured my ankle (during a rebound in basketball) and my wrist (snowboarding). Other than that my track record for injuries has been kept pretty clean. Considering I have been playing some type of organized spirt for twenty years now I feel very fortunate. Half way through the season now, I look over our team and can breathe a sign of relief in noticing that we have not lost anyone to a serious, even career ending injury. We have had a fractured bone or two, a twisted knee, a sprained ankle, a pulled groin, etc., but nothing that can not be recovered from.
Head injuries are always a major concern in sports, especially football. There is no telling what the outcome of a helmet to helmet collision might be. There have been several players in the NFL that have sustained severe injuries and have even been paralyzed after either a helmet to helmet hit or by landing on their head during a play. Concussions are almost common place among quarterbacks in the NFL these days.
On Saturday, October 12th, we had our second match-up this season against the Santa Rosa Scorchers. In the second half of the game I was running up the left sideline when a Scorcher grabbed me, swung me around and threw me to the ground. There was nothing wrong with the tackle from a legal standpoint. Unfortunately, I landed in a bad position, hitting the back of my head hard against the ground. Immediately things began to spin. Being the stubborn person that I am, I did not want to lie there (it was the Scorcher sideline) so I quickly got to my feet. I then realized that standing was not a very good idea; I was dizzy and disoriented. I stumbled my way across the field to our sideline and after getting out of bounds immediately fell back to the ground. The Scorchers trainer and several of our coaches surrounded me and began to ask questions. I was able to sit up although initially standing was out of the question. I was asked if I knew my name, where I was, what day it was. The trainer shined a light into my eyes and asked me to follow it from left to right, to look over her shoulder, etc. She also asked me to count backwards from 100 and forwards in multiples of seven. Coach Gray, being the constant comedian, chimed in with a few jokes to break the tension. He commented to me later that he was glad I was told to stop at 35 becasue he couldn't remember what multiple of seven came next.
Finally I was told to stand up. By this time I was feeling much better, the spinning was gone and I was able to focus. The trainer asked me to shut my eyes and stand on one leg. This to me has always been a ridiculous test of coherence. It is the same test that police officers give to drivers to test for DUI's, and yet even when I'm feeling perfectly fine I can not do it. The prognosis was that I had a mild concussion, although it was probabkly not necessary to go to the hospital. It was suggested, however, that I do not return to playing in the game. I glanced up at the scoreboard and noticed that it was about half way through the 4th quarter. At that time I would have sworn on my life that I left the game about half way through the 3rd, and was surprised how fast time had flown by while I was being looked over.
Our defense was playing strong and the Scorchers were about to punt. Being the punt returner I ran onto the field. The coaches began to yell at me to get back over to the sideline, but I calmly waved them off, telling them I was fine. They, however, were not fine with me being out there and called a time out to get me off the field. Obviously I saw their point of view; we had the game won and there was no reason for me to risk further injury. In my own mind however, I felt if I did not get back into that game for a play I would have let the other team get the best of me.
At some point you need to be able to trust the coaches and know they have your best interests in mind rather than be stubborn and thick-headed. The Sirens organization is incredibly lucky to have the group of coaches we do. There is a broad range of personalities and yet a common understanding and goal for the team. Although I wanted to finish out the game I knew they were looking out for me and therefore needed to accept their decision. Later in the week after watching game film I realized that my injury had in fact happened in the forth quarter rather than mid-way through the third. With this in mind I was once again faced with the realization that although I felt fine during the game, obviously I was not all together there. Luckily the coaches know better than I do and prefer to use common sense when rationalizing their decisions. Safe and sound, I can now put this incident in the past and look forward to the next game.
I have always been grateful that I have never sustained any serious injuries while playing sports. Like most athletes, I have had minor cuts, scrapes, bruises and sprains. I have also fractured my ankle (during a rebound in basketball) and my wrist (snowboarding). Other than that my track record for injuries has been kept pretty clean. Considering I have been playing some type of organized spirt for twenty years now I feel very fortunate. Half way through the season now, I look over our team and can breathe a sign of relief in noticing that we have not lost anyone to a serious, even career ending injury. We have had a fractured bone or two, a twisted knee, a sprained ankle, a pulled groin, etc., but nothing that can not be recovered from.
Head injuries are always a major concern in sports, especially football. There is no telling what the outcome of a helmet to helmet collision might be. There have been several players in the NFL that have sustained severe injuries and have even been paralyzed after either a helmet to helmet hit or by landing on their head during a play. Concussions are almost common place among quarterbacks in the NFL these days.
On Saturday, October 12th, we had our second match-up this season against the Santa Rosa Scorchers. In the second half of the game I was running up the left sideline when a Scorcher grabbed me, swung me around and threw me to the ground. There was nothing wrong with the tackle from a legal standpoint. Unfortunately, I landed in a bad position, hitting the back of my head hard against the ground. Immediately things began to spin. Being the stubborn person that I am, I did not want to lie there (it was the Scorcher sideline) so I quickly got to my feet. I then realized that standing was not a very good idea; I was dizzy and disoriented. I stumbled my way across the field to our sideline and after getting out of bounds immediately fell back to the ground. The Scorchers trainer and several of our coaches surrounded me and began to ask questions. I was able to sit up although initially standing was out of the question. I was asked if I knew my name, where I was, what day it was. The trainer shined a light into my eyes and asked me to follow it from left to right, to look over her shoulder, etc. She also asked me to count backwards from 100 and forwards in multiples of seven. Coach Gray, being the constant comedian, chimed in with a few jokes to break the tension. He commented to me later that he was glad I was told to stop at 35 becasue he couldn't remember what multiple of seven came next.
Finally I was told to stand up. By this time I was feeling much better, the spinning was gone and I was able to focus. The trainer asked me to shut my eyes and stand on one leg. This to me has always been a ridiculous test of coherence. It is the same test that police officers give to drivers to test for DUI's, and yet even when I'm feeling perfectly fine I can not do it. The prognosis was that I had a mild concussion, although it was probabkly not necessary to go to the hospital. It was suggested, however, that I do not return to playing in the game. I glanced up at the scoreboard and noticed that it was about half way through the 4th quarter. At that time I would have sworn on my life that I left the game about half way through the 3rd, and was surprised how fast time had flown by while I was being looked over.
Our defense was playing strong and the Scorchers were about to punt. Being the punt returner I ran onto the field. The coaches began to yell at me to get back over to the sideline, but I calmly waved them off, telling them I was fine. They, however, were not fine with me being out there and called a time out to get me off the field. Obviously I saw their point of view; we had the game won and there was no reason for me to risk further injury. In my own mind however, I felt if I did not get back into that game for a play I would have let the other team get the best of me.
At some point you need to be able to trust the coaches and know they have your best interests in mind rather than be stubborn and thick-headed. The Sirens organization is incredibly lucky to have the group of coaches we do. There is a broad range of personalities and yet a common understanding and goal for the team. Although I wanted to finish out the game I knew they were looking out for me and therefore needed to accept their decision. Later in the week after watching game film I realized that my injury had in fact happened in the forth quarter rather than mid-way through the third. With this in mind I was once again faced with the realization that although I felt fine during the game, obviously I was not all together there. Luckily the coaches know better than I do and prefer to use common sense when rationalizing their decisions. Safe and sound, I can now put this incident in the past and look forward to the next game.
Sunday, October 23, 2011
Road Trip
October 8, 2002
When I was little, I would start packing weeks in advance when I knew we were going on vacation. One summer we were taking a family trip and my mom was out of town (she was going to meet us at the airport later), so my dad let me pack my suitcase all by myself. Without checking my bag to make sure I had all the essentials we headed off to the airport. Once we arrived at our destination mom opened my suitcase to discover that it was filled with stuffed animals, which of course, was all that was essential to me. Things have changed for me quite a bit since the days when my biggest concerns were if one of my stuffed animals was going to be upset that it didn't get to go on a trip with me.
Weeks into the fall season already, it was now time for our team to have our first away game. Whether it was because I was too busy with work, practive or what little of a social life I have left, I did not start packing until the night before we left. I still had to do some laundry, and right now I am living in an apartment. At 5 a.m. on Friday morning I woke and drove to the laundromat. Still having to work the entire day, I quickly threw some clothes from the dryer into a bag in my car and headed out.
The team was scheduled to meet at 6 p.m. to load the bus. At 5:45 I arrived at the parking lot, threw a couple bags on the ground, popped open my trunk and started organizing my belongings. Obviously if there was anything I had forgotten at this point it would have been a lost cause. I told a couple of team members that I still needed to pack and they thought I was joking until they saw me grabbing shirts, shoes and pants from my trunk and putting them in my suitcase. I decided that as long as I had my uniform and pads anything else I managed to pack was just a bonus.
The bus was supposed to leave the parking lot at 7 p.m. sharp. There were the usual threats of "if you're not there too bad, find your own way to the game." When the clock struck departure time, our starting center, starting quarterback and one of our fullbacks were no where to be found. Obviously we would have been pretty dumb to "prove a point" and leave without them. After being delayed in the nasty Friday evening Sacramento traffic, the remaining girls finally arrived and the bus hit the road.
This particular road trip was down to Long Beach, our longest scheduled roadtrip of the season. This was also our only scheduled overnight trip of the season. The drive took over seven hours. We were able to watch two movies, "Remember the Titans" and "Rudy," although there were several players that were a little upset that "The Waterboy" was not one of the options for in-flight entertainment. This was quickly rectified when a video of Kim Bradshaw (one of our defensive players) going for the big money on "Supermarket Sweep", was put in the VCR. Once the laughter died down, the lights went out and those lucky enough to get comfortable fell asleep. We arrived at the hotel after 2 in the morning physically exhausted and mentally tired. Our game was scheduled for 11 a.m., meaning we had to be up at 6:30, breakfast at 7:30 and to the field at 8:30.
This team never ceases to amaze me. After only three hours of sleep, every player was up and ready with plenty of time to spare, smiling, joking and talking about the game ahead. No one complained about lack of sleep or the bumpy, uncomfortable ride (although I'm sure we were all thinking about it). Through the long trip and the short amount of sleep we were still ready to take the field and prove once again what a strong exciting team we are. To be a champion you need to learn to overcome obstacles. Life is always going to throw adversity into the mix to test the limits. Our team has learned to persevere thus far. We continue to get stronger and more confident with each and every game whether it is on our home field or away.
When I was little, I would start packing weeks in advance when I knew we were going on vacation. One summer we were taking a family trip and my mom was out of town (she was going to meet us at the airport later), so my dad let me pack my suitcase all by myself. Without checking my bag to make sure I had all the essentials we headed off to the airport. Once we arrived at our destination mom opened my suitcase to discover that it was filled with stuffed animals, which of course, was all that was essential to me. Things have changed for me quite a bit since the days when my biggest concerns were if one of my stuffed animals was going to be upset that it didn't get to go on a trip with me.
Weeks into the fall season already, it was now time for our team to have our first away game. Whether it was because I was too busy with work, practive or what little of a social life I have left, I did not start packing until the night before we left. I still had to do some laundry, and right now I am living in an apartment. At 5 a.m. on Friday morning I woke and drove to the laundromat. Still having to work the entire day, I quickly threw some clothes from the dryer into a bag in my car and headed out.
The team was scheduled to meet at 6 p.m. to load the bus. At 5:45 I arrived at the parking lot, threw a couple bags on the ground, popped open my trunk and started organizing my belongings. Obviously if there was anything I had forgotten at this point it would have been a lost cause. I told a couple of team members that I still needed to pack and they thought I was joking until they saw me grabbing shirts, shoes and pants from my trunk and putting them in my suitcase. I decided that as long as I had my uniform and pads anything else I managed to pack was just a bonus.
The bus was supposed to leave the parking lot at 7 p.m. sharp. There were the usual threats of "if you're not there too bad, find your own way to the game." When the clock struck departure time, our starting center, starting quarterback and one of our fullbacks were no where to be found. Obviously we would have been pretty dumb to "prove a point" and leave without them. After being delayed in the nasty Friday evening Sacramento traffic, the remaining girls finally arrived and the bus hit the road.
This particular road trip was down to Long Beach, our longest scheduled roadtrip of the season. This was also our only scheduled overnight trip of the season. The drive took over seven hours. We were able to watch two movies, "Remember the Titans" and "Rudy," although there were several players that were a little upset that "The Waterboy" was not one of the options for in-flight entertainment. This was quickly rectified when a video of Kim Bradshaw (one of our defensive players) going for the big money on "Supermarket Sweep", was put in the VCR. Once the laughter died down, the lights went out and those lucky enough to get comfortable fell asleep. We arrived at the hotel after 2 in the morning physically exhausted and mentally tired. Our game was scheduled for 11 a.m., meaning we had to be up at 6:30, breakfast at 7:30 and to the field at 8:30.
This team never ceases to amaze me. After only three hours of sleep, every player was up and ready with plenty of time to spare, smiling, joking and talking about the game ahead. No one complained about lack of sleep or the bumpy, uncomfortable ride (although I'm sure we were all thinking about it). Through the long trip and the short amount of sleep we were still ready to take the field and prove once again what a strong exciting team we are. To be a champion you need to learn to overcome obstacles. Life is always going to throw adversity into the mix to test the limits. Our team has learned to persevere thus far. We continue to get stronger and more confident with each and every game whether it is on our home field or away.
Meet the Press, Greet the Fans
October 1, 2002
I get star struck every time I see or meet a famous person. I went to a basketball camp one summer in high school and Karl Malone was there; I was so excited when he asked for a volunteer that I jumped up and ran out to him before he had a chance to pick someone. I was out on the floor so quickly that I didn't even tie my shoes, so Mr. Malone had to stand there and wait until I was finished before he could start his demonstration.
Fame is such an interesting thing. Ordinary people are placed up on a pedestal by their peers and treated as idols. I am definitely not implying that any of us Sirens are "Famous." We do not get paid millions of dollars. There are no bodyguards protecting us from stalking, obsessive fans. We do however get our name mentioned on the news occasionally, and if we're lucky, a quick clip of footage will be shown on TV.
I was asked for my autograph for the first time after our season opener against San Francisco. Although I've asked other athletes in professional sports for their autographs whenever I've had the chance, the thought of signing my name for someone else was very strange. I wanted to write something deep and meaningful that the person would "cherish" but I was so thrown back at the thought of someone wanting me to scribble my name down that my mind just went blank. The first thing that finally popped into my head was a certain quote by Tom Hanks in the movie "A League of Their Own" when he was asked to sign a little boy's baseball. Needless to say I just signed my name.
That same game I was interviewed by a TV station for the first time. It was right after the game so I was still all sweaty, a little out of breath and I'm sure after taking my helmet off my hair was not quite salon quality. Before I knew it, I was face to face with a bright light and a big camera. Honestly I don't even remember what questions I was asked, I just pray that whatever I said was coherent.
On several occasions, our team has had the opportunity to be interviewed by radio stations. A few DJ's have challenged us with scrimmages while others come out and actually practice. I'm sure initially there is a conception that we are a bunch of weak women that just push each other around. It's funny to hear their reaction after they see how hard we work. It is even funnier to watch as one of them gets hit for the first time.
When all is said and done, I guarantee the press respect our sport quite a bit more; that's all we're really looking for. We play for the love of the game. There are still those out there that think we are not worthy of recognition. The decision has to be made to either dwell on the negative or excel with the positive. Sacramento has always been very supportive of their professional teams; I hope over time we will receive the same amount of support and recognition as well. Presently I concentrate on winning games and having fun, and will always take time out to sign an autograph for a new generation of dreamers.
I get star struck every time I see or meet a famous person. I went to a basketball camp one summer in high school and Karl Malone was there; I was so excited when he asked for a volunteer that I jumped up and ran out to him before he had a chance to pick someone. I was out on the floor so quickly that I didn't even tie my shoes, so Mr. Malone had to stand there and wait until I was finished before he could start his demonstration.
Fame is such an interesting thing. Ordinary people are placed up on a pedestal by their peers and treated as idols. I am definitely not implying that any of us Sirens are "Famous." We do not get paid millions of dollars. There are no bodyguards protecting us from stalking, obsessive fans. We do however get our name mentioned on the news occasionally, and if we're lucky, a quick clip of footage will be shown on TV.
I was asked for my autograph for the first time after our season opener against San Francisco. Although I've asked other athletes in professional sports for their autographs whenever I've had the chance, the thought of signing my name for someone else was very strange. I wanted to write something deep and meaningful that the person would "cherish" but I was so thrown back at the thought of someone wanting me to scribble my name down that my mind just went blank. The first thing that finally popped into my head was a certain quote by Tom Hanks in the movie "A League of Their Own" when he was asked to sign a little boy's baseball. Needless to say I just signed my name.
That same game I was interviewed by a TV station for the first time. It was right after the game so I was still all sweaty, a little out of breath and I'm sure after taking my helmet off my hair was not quite salon quality. Before I knew it, I was face to face with a bright light and a big camera. Honestly I don't even remember what questions I was asked, I just pray that whatever I said was coherent.
On several occasions, our team has had the opportunity to be interviewed by radio stations. A few DJ's have challenged us with scrimmages while others come out and actually practice. I'm sure initially there is a conception that we are a bunch of weak women that just push each other around. It's funny to hear their reaction after they see how hard we work. It is even funnier to watch as one of them gets hit for the first time.
When all is said and done, I guarantee the press respect our sport quite a bit more; that's all we're really looking for. We play for the love of the game. There are still those out there that think we are not worthy of recognition. The decision has to be made to either dwell on the negative or excel with the positive. Sacramento has always been very supportive of their professional teams; I hope over time we will receive the same amount of support and recognition as well. Presently I concentrate on winning games and having fun, and will always take time out to sign an autograph for a new generation of dreamers.
O-line
September 24, 2002
When I look at pro football players of the past, there are certain people that stand out. Quarterbacks like Joe Montana and Terry Bradshaw, or runners such as Walter Payton or Barry Sanders. There are also those defensive players like Lawrence Taylor or Dick Butkis. Say a nickname; Sweetness, Juice, the Fridge, etc, and football fans know exactly who you are talking about. Even with today's players you could say a position and more than likely, name a stand out player.
With this in mind, how many offensive linemen can any of us name? When Donovan McNabb scores on a quarterback sneak, who hikes the ball and leads the way? When Terrell Davis ran for hundreds of yards every game, there must have been someone creating holes and making blocks. Unfortunately, linemen will never receive the recognition they deserve.
You really have to love the game of football to be an offensive lineman. Obviously in our young budding football careers, none of us Sirens are expecting fame or fortune. The best we can hope for right now is the possibility of our name in the paper or a highlight on television. Once again, there are positions that are going to get the recognition (quarterbacks, running backs, defenders), and those that won't. Even the defensive line receive some recognition through stats; # of tackles, sacks, etc. There is no stat for the number of great blocks or holes created fot the O-line. The only time an O-line name is mentioned during a game is on a penalty.
As a running back, I rely on the O-line. It was reiterated to me during a scrimmage the other night just how important they really are. I took a handoff and turned to run through a hole when I was "greeted" by a defender who proceeded to flatten me to the ground. I don't think I have ever taken a hit that hard; the bells are still ringing in my head. It was brought to my attention that a lineman had missed a blocking assignment. As I stood off on the sideline trying to gather my thoughts, I realized a very important fact. We have been out practicing for four to five months now, running hundreds of plays, and that was the first time I had a strait-open shot taken at me. Then I thought about the numerous times where I have run with the ball and the holes were so open (due to the great blocks) that I was virtually untouched. If I have to take one hard hit for every twenty times I run the ball, that is pretty good odds. The reason a back is able to gain yards or a QB is able to throw a pass is due in large part to the line and their ability to create holes and buy time.
Between the guard, center and tackle positions, there are ten offensive linemen on the Sirens Roster. Coach McCann (the O-line coach) sums it up perfectly by stating "Each one could start and complete any game without me having to worry whether or not they will perform well." So, although there may never be an offensive lineman named player of the year, without each one of them where would we be? Robin, Amy, Lindsay, Margie, Jethro, Trish, Jeny, Pam, Andreana and Carol; you are the foundation onto which the offense stands and thrives.
When I look at pro football players of the past, there are certain people that stand out. Quarterbacks like Joe Montana and Terry Bradshaw, or runners such as Walter Payton or Barry Sanders. There are also those defensive players like Lawrence Taylor or Dick Butkis. Say a nickname; Sweetness, Juice, the Fridge, etc, and football fans know exactly who you are talking about. Even with today's players you could say a position and more than likely, name a stand out player.
With this in mind, how many offensive linemen can any of us name? When Donovan McNabb scores on a quarterback sneak, who hikes the ball and leads the way? When Terrell Davis ran for hundreds of yards every game, there must have been someone creating holes and making blocks. Unfortunately, linemen will never receive the recognition they deserve.
You really have to love the game of football to be an offensive lineman. Obviously in our young budding football careers, none of us Sirens are expecting fame or fortune. The best we can hope for right now is the possibility of our name in the paper or a highlight on television. Once again, there are positions that are going to get the recognition (quarterbacks, running backs, defenders), and those that won't. Even the defensive line receive some recognition through stats; # of tackles, sacks, etc. There is no stat for the number of great blocks or holes created fot the O-line. The only time an O-line name is mentioned during a game is on a penalty.
As a running back, I rely on the O-line. It was reiterated to me during a scrimmage the other night just how important they really are. I took a handoff and turned to run through a hole when I was "greeted" by a defender who proceeded to flatten me to the ground. I don't think I have ever taken a hit that hard; the bells are still ringing in my head. It was brought to my attention that a lineman had missed a blocking assignment. As I stood off on the sideline trying to gather my thoughts, I realized a very important fact. We have been out practicing for four to five months now, running hundreds of plays, and that was the first time I had a strait-open shot taken at me. Then I thought about the numerous times where I have run with the ball and the holes were so open (due to the great blocks) that I was virtually untouched. If I have to take one hard hit for every twenty times I run the ball, that is pretty good odds. The reason a back is able to gain yards or a QB is able to throw a pass is due in large part to the line and their ability to create holes and buy time.
Between the guard, center and tackle positions, there are ten offensive linemen on the Sirens Roster. Coach McCann (the O-line coach) sums it up perfectly by stating "Each one could start and complete any game without me having to worry whether or not they will perform well." So, although there may never be an offensive lineman named player of the year, without each one of them where would we be? Robin, Amy, Lindsay, Margie, Jethro, Trish, Jeny, Pam, Andreana and Carol; you are the foundation onto which the offense stands and thrives.
Saturday, October 22, 2011
The Siren Defense
September 17, 2002
I will be the first to admit that our defense is scary. I firmly believe that there is not another team in the league that will hit me as hard or play me as tough as our own defensive players. There is no doubt in my mind that if I asked other offensive players on the team, they would back me up 100% on this statement. The day after our game last weekend, I woke up with a few dime-size bruises and a couple of scrapes. After practive on Tuesday I was tired, sore and had palm-size bruises on both biceps.
The defensive players work extremely hard. I watch them in practice run their drills and am amazed at the effort and hard work they put into every play. While the offense is grouped together in discussion the defense is running sprints. While the offense is walking through a play on one side of the field, the denense is running on the other. Don't get me wrong, the offense does their fair share of running as well, I am simply giving much-deserved credit to those that make me strive to work harder.
Being on the offensive side of the ball, I really have no idea what the defense has in mind for any particular play. I hear them yelling out formations and see them changing positions. It's always nerve-wracking to realize when you're standing there waiting for the ball to be hiked that there is a defender in the exact spot that you're supposed to go.
Towards the end of every practice we have a team scrimmage. Like a pendulum, momentum swings back and forth between offense and defense. One play will have the offense making perfect blocks and breaking a run wide open. The next play the defense busts through and gives the ball-handler no chance of gaining a yard. Contrary to a game however, is the fact that after every play defense and offense are patting each other on the back or helping one another off the ground; that's a team.
I'm sure the coaches get a little nervous sometimes watching our defense hit our offense so hard in practice. It's a catch 22 situation. The defense wants to practice hitting at top speed and full-force, yet avoid injuring players on their own team. On the other hand, if they don't go 100%, they put themselves in a position where they are vulnerable to injury. There have been several times in practice when I was tackled and wondered if all my body parts would still be connected when I got back up. I constantly take solice in the fact that I will never have to face these players in a real game situation. They give me confidence, they help me persevere, they make me a better player.
I will be the first to admit that our defense is scary. I firmly believe that there is not another team in the league that will hit me as hard or play me as tough as our own defensive players. There is no doubt in my mind that if I asked other offensive players on the team, they would back me up 100% on this statement. The day after our game last weekend, I woke up with a few dime-size bruises and a couple of scrapes. After practive on Tuesday I was tired, sore and had palm-size bruises on both biceps.
The defensive players work extremely hard. I watch them in practice run their drills and am amazed at the effort and hard work they put into every play. While the offense is grouped together in discussion the defense is running sprints. While the offense is walking through a play on one side of the field, the denense is running on the other. Don't get me wrong, the offense does their fair share of running as well, I am simply giving much-deserved credit to those that make me strive to work harder.
Being on the offensive side of the ball, I really have no idea what the defense has in mind for any particular play. I hear them yelling out formations and see them changing positions. It's always nerve-wracking to realize when you're standing there waiting for the ball to be hiked that there is a defender in the exact spot that you're supposed to go.
Towards the end of every practice we have a team scrimmage. Like a pendulum, momentum swings back and forth between offense and defense. One play will have the offense making perfect blocks and breaking a run wide open. The next play the defense busts through and gives the ball-handler no chance of gaining a yard. Contrary to a game however, is the fact that after every play defense and offense are patting each other on the back or helping one another off the ground; that's a team.
I'm sure the coaches get a little nervous sometimes watching our defense hit our offense so hard in practice. It's a catch 22 situation. The defense wants to practice hitting at top speed and full-force, yet avoid injuring players on their own team. On the other hand, if they don't go 100%, they put themselves in a position where they are vulnerable to injury. There have been several times in practice when I was tackled and wondered if all my body parts would still be connected when I got back up. I constantly take solice in the fact that I will never have to face these players in a real game situation. They give me confidence, they help me persevere, they make me a better player.
Game Day
September 10, 2002
Everyone has their own way to prepare for a game. I had actually started counting down the hours a couple days before game day arrived. Each time I looked at a clock the first thing that entered my mind was how much closer it was to 6:00 Saturday night. Nervousness, excitement and confidence all became scrambled. I have always been an anxious person, so to have patience and just sit and wait was very difficult. To make things worse, there were a few uniforms (including mine) that were on order and were supposed to be ready on Friday September 6th; the day before the game.
Our quarterback Leilani decided to throw a team dinner that Friday; one last carbo load. It's nice to get together with others on the team and talk about things other than pass plays and tackling drills; we are women after all. This particular evening actually ended up being a dinner/sewing party. Our uniforms had arrived but we still needed to sew our team emblem on the front and names on the back.
Time is a funny thing. When you're waiting anxiously for something to happen it seems to take forever. Finally it arrives and before you know it what you've been waiting for has come and gone. Saturday September 7th, 3:30 p.m., game day. Individual preparation continues. Some players like to take some time to walk the field. This may be to check for divots or uneven areas of grass, to get a feel for the suface, or to meditate and clear the mind. Others like to socialize in the locker room, at this time pre-game preparation is still up to the individual player. Once again my impatience got the best of me. I was barely in the locker room five minutes before I began putting on my uniform. Now fully dressed, I had 45 minutes to wait before the coaches were going to give us their pre-game talk. After about 10 minutes I began to sweat and had to go outside just to cool off.
A locker room is a funny place. Although there is no assigned areas, it always happens that people segregate to a certain place depending on their position on the team. Defense ends up in one area, offense in another. This is not to say that we do not all get along; quite the opposite. There is nothing short of respect between all players on this team.
Superstitions also come into play here. Some returning players need to get ready in the same place as they did the year before. Other players have to get dressed in a certain order, wear a certain pair of socks, fix their hair a certain way, etc. I eat the same meal at the same time before each game. I also make sure to shake hands with my coaches and tell them I'm ready. After final words of preparation we take the field. We march out as one team. We march out silently. We march out with determination and focus, knowing our mission as individual players and as a team.
Everyone has their own way to prepare for a game. I had actually started counting down the hours a couple days before game day arrived. Each time I looked at a clock the first thing that entered my mind was how much closer it was to 6:00 Saturday night. Nervousness, excitement and confidence all became scrambled. I have always been an anxious person, so to have patience and just sit and wait was very difficult. To make things worse, there were a few uniforms (including mine) that were on order and were supposed to be ready on Friday September 6th; the day before the game.
Our quarterback Leilani decided to throw a team dinner that Friday; one last carbo load. It's nice to get together with others on the team and talk about things other than pass plays and tackling drills; we are women after all. This particular evening actually ended up being a dinner/sewing party. Our uniforms had arrived but we still needed to sew our team emblem on the front and names on the back.
Time is a funny thing. When you're waiting anxiously for something to happen it seems to take forever. Finally it arrives and before you know it what you've been waiting for has come and gone. Saturday September 7th, 3:30 p.m., game day. Individual preparation continues. Some players like to take some time to walk the field. This may be to check for divots or uneven areas of grass, to get a feel for the suface, or to meditate and clear the mind. Others like to socialize in the locker room, at this time pre-game preparation is still up to the individual player. Once again my impatience got the best of me. I was barely in the locker room five minutes before I began putting on my uniform. Now fully dressed, I had 45 minutes to wait before the coaches were going to give us their pre-game talk. After about 10 minutes I began to sweat and had to go outside just to cool off.
A locker room is a funny place. Although there is no assigned areas, it always happens that people segregate to a certain place depending on their position on the team. Defense ends up in one area, offense in another. This is not to say that we do not all get along; quite the opposite. There is nothing short of respect between all players on this team.
Superstitions also come into play here. Some returning players need to get ready in the same place as they did the year before. Other players have to get dressed in a certain order, wear a certain pair of socks, fix their hair a certain way, etc. I eat the same meal at the same time before each game. I also make sure to shake hands with my coaches and tell them I'm ready. After final words of preparation we take the field. We march out as one team. We march out silently. We march out with determination and focus, knowing our mission as individual players and as a team.
Friday, October 21, 2011
The Playbook
September 3, 2002
Learning plays is not an easy task. To look at a sketch you would think "no big deal, X goes here, Y goes there." Taking a step back, you then realize on any given play there are 11 different people (on your team alone) running different directions all at the same time. Throw in the defense and there is potential chaos. You need to be in the right place at the right time. For a running back, a hole is open one second and gone the next.
Take another step back and you realize there is not only one play to learn but fifty or sixty per position. For a lot of us it has been like learning a foreign language, "What do you mean Drag? ROB block, there's no ROB on our team!" Then just when you think it is starting to make sense the coach has a "great idea" for a new play that is similar to something else but "so and so just reverses roles." I finally found myself reverting to the old high school days of learning; making flashcards and taking my play book in bed to study at night.
An offense like ours is dependent on having quick reactions, "selling" fakes and creating a good mesh with others on every play. Selling fakes and good mesh, this lingo is standard football talk and yet sometimes when I say it I pause and think "I can't believe I'm using these terms in a serious conversation."
Needless to say it has taken some time to store all this information in my head. There are still times in the huddle where the quarterback calls a play and there are a bunch of blank stares and crinkled eyebrows. Eventually the plays will be automatic for us; we will get in the huddle, the QB will rattle off a play and we won't even have to think about it. Every practice brings us closer to this goal. You can see the confidence growing in the line, the receivers, the backs and QB. The studying is over, in just a few days we will have our first test.
Learning plays is not an easy task. To look at a sketch you would think "no big deal, X goes here, Y goes there." Taking a step back, you then realize on any given play there are 11 different people (on your team alone) running different directions all at the same time. Throw in the defense and there is potential chaos. You need to be in the right place at the right time. For a running back, a hole is open one second and gone the next.
Take another step back and you realize there is not only one play to learn but fifty or sixty per position. For a lot of us it has been like learning a foreign language, "What do you mean Drag? ROB block, there's no ROB on our team!" Then just when you think it is starting to make sense the coach has a "great idea" for a new play that is similar to something else but "so and so just reverses roles." I finally found myself reverting to the old high school days of learning; making flashcards and taking my play book in bed to study at night.
An offense like ours is dependent on having quick reactions, "selling" fakes and creating a good mesh with others on every play. Selling fakes and good mesh, this lingo is standard football talk and yet sometimes when I say it I pause and think "I can't believe I'm using these terms in a serious conversation."
Needless to say it has taken some time to store all this information in my head. There are still times in the huddle where the quarterback calls a play and there are a bunch of blank stares and crinkled eyebrows. Eventually the plays will be automatic for us; we will get in the huddle, the QB will rattle off a play and we won't even have to think about it. Every practice brings us closer to this goal. You can see the confidence growing in the line, the receivers, the backs and QB. The studying is over, in just a few days we will have our first test.
The Beginning
August 27, 2002
At 6:00 p.m. on a typical Tuesday or Thursday evening, most working class women are punching out on the clock or stuck in rush hour traffic. Stay at home mom's are preparing dinner, washing dishes and doing laundry. Still others are working out at the gym or socializing over a margarita at happy hour. Not so typical are the women who are putting on shoulder pads, helmets and mouthguards. These are the women of professional football, and I am proud to say I am one of them. We are the Sacramento Sirens, and out on the field are the working class women, the stay at home moms, the gym goers and happy-hour socializers.
At first, the thought of playing women's tackle football seemed crazy. "How serious are the people out there," I thought to myself. "Will this be a waste of time and how serious will people take us?" Unless you were a returning player from the previous season (the Sacramento Sirens played their inaugural season in 2001), more than likely you had never played organized tackle football before. There were some that had played rugby or flag football. I had actually played tackle football in 7th grade (on the jr. high boys team), but at that age we were still all the same size and the killer instinct had not quite sunk in.
It only took me one practice to realize what an opportunity I had before me. Every single person out there was out to succeed, from the owners to the coaches to the players. Those that could not make the commitment or had no drive did not last. Those of us that know what a great group of women are out there, that realize what an amazing opportunity we have, that can imagine the future possibilities and are willing to make sacrifices; we are the ones out on that field at 6:00 p.m.
At 6:00 p.m. on a typical Tuesday or Thursday evening, most working class women are punching out on the clock or stuck in rush hour traffic. Stay at home mom's are preparing dinner, washing dishes and doing laundry. Still others are working out at the gym or socializing over a margarita at happy hour. Not so typical are the women who are putting on shoulder pads, helmets and mouthguards. These are the women of professional football, and I am proud to say I am one of them. We are the Sacramento Sirens, and out on the field are the working class women, the stay at home moms, the gym goers and happy-hour socializers.
At first, the thought of playing women's tackle football seemed crazy. "How serious are the people out there," I thought to myself. "Will this be a waste of time and how serious will people take us?" Unless you were a returning player from the previous season (the Sacramento Sirens played their inaugural season in 2001), more than likely you had never played organized tackle football before. There were some that had played rugby or flag football. I had actually played tackle football in 7th grade (on the jr. high boys team), but at that age we were still all the same size and the killer instinct had not quite sunk in.
It only took me one practice to realize what an opportunity I had before me. Every single person out there was out to succeed, from the owners to the coaches to the players. Those that could not make the commitment or had no drive did not last. Those of us that know what a great group of women are out there, that realize what an amazing opportunity we have, that can imagine the future possibilities and are willing to make sacrifices; we are the ones out on that field at 6:00 p.m.
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