as the son of a football coach in the 70's and 80's, you live an incredible life full of excitement and full of hero's. My father had a friend who he shared his life as a coach with, for nearly 60 years, who died yesterday morning.
tommy hudspeth was one of my hero's, a charismatic, charming, dedicated family man, and a very successful coach. growing up i always aspired to be that kind of person and coach. football has changed a lot in 30 years and there will never be men like tommy again, in the current culture of football.
my father is very ill but he insisted in getting in the car in the attempt to see tommy before he died. tommy was battling cancer for a few years. my dad didn't make it, tommy died before we could get him there. my dad ended up having an episode, the night before tommy passed, that put him in ICU in oklahoma.
the doctors are still trying to figure out what is wrong. i believe my dad is heart broken and depressed over the loss of his best friend and his body gave in to the emotional stress. this relationship was the rock for my dad, who moved around so much in life, and i'm sure it felt like he was loosing part of himself.
i'm envious of this kind of bond, this kind of love and this kind of friendship. my heart aches for these men, one in his death and the other in his struggle at the end of life. i am very fortunate and glad to have their example of love and loyalty and they were very fortunate to have each other.
here's to you coach hudspeth, you will always be my hero. see you someday at the goaline.