CHAPTER 2 - I WILL SERVE YOU: PT. 1

2019-01-09T15:12:00.000-08:00

CHAPTER 2 I WILL SERVE YOU:

{ 1 }. - Ever after a coaching career that spanned more than half a century, people ask me all the time why I became so interested in football. Football has always been a big part of my life. Almost from the day I was born, playing and coaching football were all I ever wanted to do. It just got into my blood. Up until I was five, my family and I lived in the Woodlawn section of Birmingham, Alabama. Now, you have to understand: if you grew up in Alabama, you were a football fan. That's just the was it is in Alabama. In my case, the backyard of my family's home was adjacent to the east end zone of the Woodlawn High School football field. At the time, Woodlawn was a perennial state champion. They were the football team to beat in the city of Birmingham in the early 1940s. As a kid, I could step into our backyard and hear through the tall bushes growing across our fence the school band marching or the players practicing nearly every day. We had a garage that backed up to that fence, and I can remember my daddy getting a ladder so we could climb up on the roof of the garage and watch them practice. We would sit up there for hours with him. After I turned five, we moved three miles away, to a part of town called East Lake, into a small white-frame house that was half a block away from Berry Field, which was Howard College's football field. It was up on a hill, and I could see the Howard team practicing from my front lawn.

LOOKING BACK - IN THE DAY - SEPT. 2015 - # 2

2016-09-02T13:54:00.002-07:00

LAQUON TREADWELL IS HEALED AND THAT'S A DAMN NEAR MIRACLE
# 1 > It's only Treadwell on a treadmill. He isn't jogging particularly fast, but he is jogging. The Laquon Treadwell in the video is 25 pounds lighter than the 230 he weighed last season, when Ole Miss was poised to enter the College Football Playoff__until the moment Treadwell got caught from behind. "That was a long way to go," says Treadwell of the time between those first rehab steps and where he is today. "But it was a start." Now a junior receiver, he chose the clip as the first image of his new Instagram story because he wanted the world to see him moving again.

# 2 > Moving on his injured left leg and moving past that fateful night at Vaught-Hemingway Stadium. The scenario last Nov. 1 was something Treadwell might have dreamed us playing in the yard or on the street in Crete, Ill., a quaint suburb south of Chicago. Four days earlier the playoff selection committee had released its inaugural ranking: Auburn was No. 3; Ole Miss was No. 4. The Rebels had seemingly come out of nowhere, beating Alabama, ranked No. 1 at the time, and rising to national prominence in a way they hadn't since the Archie Manning era. They had suffered their first loss the weekend before, a 10__7 defeat at LSU, but they could still crash the four-team playoff field by winning out. Auburn's visit to Oxford was essentially an elimination game, and all the attendant desperation and excitement was reflected on the scoreboard. With 2:06 left in the third quarter the Tigers took their first lead since the opening minutes. Thirty-four seconds into the fourth, Ole Miss got the lead back. On Auburn's next possession tailback Cameron Artis-Payne scored on a six yard run and the seesaw titled again: Auburn 35, Ole Miss 31. With 1:39 remaining, the Rebels faced third-and-three from the Tigers 20. Quarterback Bo Wallace tossed a bubble screen to the 6'2" Treadwell. He blasted through tackle attempts by defensive lineman Montravius Adams and safety Robenson Therezie. Didn't even feel them. But as Treadwell crossed the 10-yard line, he glimpsed linebacker Kris Frost closing from his right. treadwell feared to hesitate for a split second instead of accelerating towarde the end zone. "That's what killed the whole play," Treadwell says.

CALLED TO COACH - CHAPTER 1 - PT. 13

2015-12-19T12:07:00.000-08:00

HOLDING THE ROPE
CHAPTER # 1 !!!!!

# 1 > The second day of January 2010 started like any other during the last half century as the head coach of a college football team. I awoke at four o'clock in the morning, started a fresh pot of coffee, and was joined at the breakfast table by Ann, my wife of sixty years. Together, we spent an hour reading Scripture. Our ritual has always been to start with Genesis, and when we finish Revelation, we go back and read the entire Bible again. When we finish reading each morning, we spend several minutes praying together. God has answered so many of my prayers over the years that I'll never have enough time to thank Him for all my blessings. He blessed me with a wonderful family: my loving wife, six children and their spouses, twenty-one beautiful grandchildren, and five great-grandchildren. God also blessed me with the wonderful career He chose for me. I've always believed that God wanted me to be a football coach, that it was my calling. I believe God wants some people to be doctors, some to be lawyers, some to be teachers. I believe His purpose for me was to go into coaching and try to influence young men for Jesus Christ. He wanted me not only to teach them to be good people but also to surrender their lives to Him.

# 2 > But though it seemed a day like any other, January 2, 2010, really was different. For the first time in forty-eight years, I didn't wake up as the head coach of a college football team. But I'm hardly ready for retirement. As far as I'm concerned, my work is not done. God still has a plan for me, and it is to spread His word to as many young people as possible. It is what I tried to do as the head football coach at South Georgia College, Howard College, West Virinia University, and Florida State University, and it's what I'll continue to do during the final years of my life. It is no secret that I was not ready for my coaching career to end. I'd hoped to coach at Florida State for one more season. But after my team lost to the University of Florida, 37-10, in our final game of the 2009 regular season, I knew the end of my career might be near. We finished the 2009 regular season with a 6-6 record, and for the first time in my career as Florida State's coach, influential people were calling for me to retire.

# 3 > After we lost our final game to the Gators, I told the media I needed to go home and do some soul-searching. But when I awoke on November 29, I was determined to return of Florida State for one more season and turn the Seminoles around. But I was not given the opportunity to do it. The day after we lost to the University of Florida, I received a call from an assistant athletic director at Florida State, who informed me that President T.K. Wetherell, one of my former players, wanted to meet with me the next morning. When T.K. and FSU athletic director Rand Spetman arrived at my office on Monday morning, I knew the news was not good. "Bobby, this isn't going to be pretty," T.K. told me. After thirty-four seasons as Florida State's coach, in which my coaching staff and I led the Seminoles to 2 national championships and 316 votories, and 33 nonlosing seasons, I was asked to step down. Florida State's administration wanted to turn the rogram over to Jimbo Fisher, who had worked the previous three seasons as my offensive coordinator. Near the end of Jimbbo's first season at Florida State in 2007, he was named head-coach-in-waiting, my eventual successor. The plan was for Jimbo to replace me as the Seminoles coach at the end of the 2010 season.

# 4 > President Wetherell gave me two options. The first option was to return to Florida State as an ambassador coach, in which I'd have no on-field duties during practices or games. "Do you mean I'm the head coach, but can't go on the field?" I asked President Wetherell. "Yes," he told me. "Well, that option is out. What is the other option?" President Wetherell answered, "The other option is that we won't renew your contract." "Would you still want me to do the Seminole Booster Tour this spring?" I asked him. "No, your contract would expire on January 4, 2010." I went home and discussed the situation with Ann, and we both agreed that I had no choice. I couldn't stay at Florida State as an ambassador coach. I was going to be paid to sit behind a desk and do nothing. I felt like I would be stealing their money. I didn't think it would be a good situation for anyone.

# 5 > I was not mad at the first or Florida State. It was T.K. and the trustees that made the decision not to renew my contract after the Florida loss. I had gotten word earlier that they were all meeting at T.K.'s house to watch that game. After we lost, I thought to myself," My goose is cooked." I know things don't always end the way you expect them to, but where was the loyalty you would think you'd get after thirty-four years of service? You can't imagine how many times those in charge told me over the last twenty years, "Bobby, you can coach as long as you'd like at FSU." But the termination ended my chances of winning four hundred games, as well as my chances to challenge my good friend Joe Paterno to be the winningest football coach in major college football history. With our entire offense from 2009 returning and a new defensive staff coming in, who knows?

# 6 > I was disappointed because I thought I had one good fight left in me. I thought I was like Evander Holyfield, Muhammed Ali, or one of the other great heavyweight boxes, who kept climbing back into the ring for one more challenge. I remember when the legendary boxing writer Bert Sugar asked two-timer heavyweight champion Floyd Patterson about being knocked down more than any other heavyweight fighter in history. "Yeah, but I got up more than any fighter in history," Patterson told him. I wasn't ready for my fight to end. At the beginning of the twenty-first century, I watched my good friend Joe Paterno struggle as Penn State's coach. Joe had won more games than any other coach in major college football history, but Penn State wanted him to retire after his teams finished with losing records in four of the five seasons from 2000 to 2004, which enable me to pass him. Joe would tell me about the Penn State president and athletic director coming to his house in an attempt to persuade him to retire. Joe told them, "Cool it. We're getting this thing straightened out; we're going to get better." And Penn State did get better. The Nittany Lions went 11-1 in 2005 and beat my team by a 16-13 score in triple overtime in the 2006 Orange Bowl. I looked at the was Joe turned Penn State around, and I always thought I would do it at Florida State, too. But it never happened. As I look back at my final season at Florida State in 2009, I can look at one play in each of our six losses and say, "If this hadn't happened or if that hadn't happened . . . "If we had won two more games, the possibility of a coaching change probably never would have come up.

# 7 > But that is the nature of the game. Al Groh, former coach of the NFL's New York Jets and the University of Virginia, told me one time, "Things seldom end the way you expect." He was so right. I coached my last game at Florida State against West Virinia University in the Gator Bowl on New Year's Day 2010. It was bitter-sweet because West Virginia was the first school to offer me a mojor head coaching position, in 1970. My family and I spent ten years living in Morgantown, West Virginia, and I learned a lot about being a head coach during my time there. We have many good friends from West Virginia, and it is a place four of my children still call home. Bill Stewart, the Mountaineers head coach, was a walk-on-play on my first team at West Virginia. The Gator Bowl and WVU were very gracious to Ann and me throughout the entire week. I really did not want to make it big deal about is being my last game as a head coach, but the Gator Bowl asked me to serve as marshal of its parade, and they honored me during pregame ceremonies.

# 8 More than three hundred of my former players were in attendance, and they stood in the cold rain to escort me from our team buses into the stadium. I was determined I was not going to let my emotions get the best of me, but it was pretty difficult seeing all of my boys again. I saw many players I hadn't seen in twenty-five years. Before the game, they asked me to throw a flaming spear into the turf, which is a tradition at Florida State. I was concerned about all of the festivities surrounding me becoming a distraction for my team. I was nervous after the Mountaineers took a 14-3 lead late in the first quarter. Fortunately, my boys came back and we won the game, 33-21. It was a great way to end my coaching career. I retired from coaching with 389 career victories__or 377, if you believe the NCAA record books. Really, my team won 411 games, if you count the 22 wins we had at South Georgia College. But I have always been more concerned about the scoreboard He keeps up there. I believed my number one priority as a head coach was to make sure my players received an education
and were taught to do things the right way. We won a lot of games at Florida State, but my greatest accomplishments were seeing my players become good husbands, fathers, and professionals.

9. A lot of times during my career, a mother would invariably write me a letter and tell me she was having problems raising her teenage son. "I'm worried he's headed down the wrong path," she would inform me. "Can you tell me what will help him become a success?" I would always respond to the mothers with a handwritten letter, and I always gave each of them the same answer. "Tell your son to get his priorities in order," I told them. "Tell him the number one priority in his life has to be God. That is the first priority. His second priority has to be his family, and his third priority has to be his education. Everything else comes after that. Tell the boy not to do anything that God would not want him to do. Tell him to ask God if he should do it. That has always been the blueprint for my life. When I was a young man, I was so intent on doing well in football that I wasn't living my life the way God wanted me to live it. But I eventually realized football might not last a week if you tear your knee up. With one misstep, your career is over. I tell other football coaches the same thing. I tell them, "Don't let football become your god. If you do, you may become miserable." Look at all the coaches who burn out quickly. They can't coach for very long because their priorities aren't in the right order. I've never put football ahead of God or my family.

10. - I believe it's the reason I lasted in the coaching profession for so long. People ask me all the time what I want my legacy to be, and I've always said that when I retire, I hope people remember me for three things. I hope people believe I was one of the best who ever coached the game. More important, I hope they say Bobby Bowden did it the right way. The most important thing I hope people would say about me is that Bobby Bowden served God's purpose for his life. When I first became a college-head coach, at South Georgia College in Douglas, Georgia, in 1955, I started a ritual of meeting with my team on the Friday night before a game. I started every one of my team meetings the same way__with a devotional. It was the night before the game, and I knew my players were nervous about the day ahead. I would talk to them about how you become a Christian and how you become served. Some may say I didn't have the right to do it, but I would much rather be spiritually correct than politically correct. Let's say a professor teaching a class mentions his religious beliefs. He has the right to do so. But you do not have to believe the professor if you do not want to.

11. - I wanted to give the message to every boy I coached, to give witness to him, and then I left up to him to decided what to do with it. Romans 10:9__10 teaches us that "if you confess with your mouth, Jesus is Lord, and believe in your hearts that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved. For it is with your heart that you believe and are justified, and it is with your mouth that you confess and are saved." As Scripture teaches us, anyone who trust in Him will never be put to shame. You have to believe, you have to have faith, and you must testify to it without shame. That's what I've tried to do throughout my life. I am not afraid to tell anybody about it. I told my boys to be the same way: never be ashamed of it. I still remember receiving a late-night phone call when I was coaching at West Virginia during the 1970s. One of my players had been arrested for being drunk and getting into a fight. I picked the boy up from jail and told him to meet me in my office the next morning. When he arrived, I scolded him for his actions and told him I would not tolerate such behavior. I warned him I would kick him off the team if he did it again.
"You know what you need?" I asked him as he was walking out the door. "You need God."

12. - A week later, the young man showed up at my office again.
"I Found Him," the player told me.
"Found who?" I asked.
"I found God," he said.
After returning to his dormitory room after our initial meeting, the player wandered into a fellowship of Christian Athletes meeting and stayed long enough to listen. I never had a problem with the young man again. Throughout my coaching career, I always felt like I was being led. I prayed about a lot of decisions that were made, and they usually turned out to be good choices. I always felt some of the best things that happened to me came after God said no. I wanted to leave Florida State for the University of Alabama in 1987, but Alamama didn't offer me the Job. It was very disappointing, but I felt like God was telling me Florida State was where I needed to be. When Florida State told me it was time to retire, I felt like God must not have wanted me to stay. I still felt like they were wrong for turning me out, but I knew God was handling the situation, He was in control. That's just how my faith goes. I've always believed that every game we won at Florida State was won by our players, assistant coaches, support personal, alumni, and fans.

{ 13 }. - Teamwork is what helped the Seminoles win national championships in 1993 and 1999. They were special teams, and I tried to instill their work ethic and unity in every one of my thereafter. Before many of my seasons at Florida State, I talked to my players about holding the rope:
What did our 1993 national championship team and 1999 national championship team do that was in common? They held the rope! What does holding the rope mean? You are hanging from the edge of a cliff five hundred yards in the air. The only thing between you and falling to the ground is a piece of rope with the person of your choice on the other end. Who do you know that you can trust enough? Who do you know who has enough guts to withstand rope burn, watch blood drip from his hands, and still not let go? Look around and ask, "Who can I trust to hold the rope?" Who will let his hands bleed for me? If you can look at every member of your team and say they will hold the rope, then your team will win!
My coaching career might be over, but I'm still holding the rope that really matters.

COLLEGE FOOTBALL

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