Showing posts with label Dallas Cowboys. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dallas Cowboys. Show all posts

Sunday, December 31, 2017

Video of the Day: Lombardi’s ‘Ice Bowl,’ on Its 50th Anniversary



I didn’t have the chance to see the TV documentary “Vince Lombardi: A Football Life” when it first aired—much to my regret, as I would have liked to see how it depicted the influence of my alma mater, St. Cecilia High School of Englewood, NJ, where he began his coaching career.

But, in researching the episode of his pro career that fascinates me the most—his leadership of the Green Bay Packers in its last NFL championship during his years there—I came across this vivid 10-minute YouTube segment from the documentary, on his “Ice Bowl” victory over the Dallas Cowboys, which occurred 50 years ago today. 

Interviews with son Vince Lombardi Jr., lineman Jerry Kramer and quarterback Bart Starr (the last two instrumental in the win) add personal behind-the-scene perspectives on this epic game. Game-day conditions (15 degrees below zero, (-35 degrees wind-chill factor) made a hash of the coach’s high-tech attempt to keep the turf easy to run upon, leading to something close to a fight for survival between the upstart, dynasty-in-the-making Cowboys and the aging but proud Packers.

On the coldest day to that point in NFL playoff history, the Pack launched its final drive with 4½ minutes to go. The winning play, on third down, with 16 seconds to go, represented “the culmination of everything Lombardi and his Packers had been preparing for for the last nine years,” according to Lombardi biographer David Maraniss.

I recommend Maraniss’ superb account of the coach’s life, WHEN PRIDE STILL MATTERED, for additional colorful details on this climax of Lombardi’s career. (For instance, Frank Gifford, broadcasting the game, told listeners: “I just took a bite out of my coffee.")

Sunday, December 30, 2012

Quote of the Day (Michael Irvin, on God’s ‘Threshing Floor’)



“You know the Bible speaks of a healing place. It's called a threshing floor. The threshing floor is where you take your greatest fear and you pray for help from your great God…. When I am on that threshing floor, I pray….

“My heart cried out, 'God, why must I go through so many peaks and valleys?'...

“At that moment a voice came over me and said, 'Look up, get up, and don't ever give up.' You tell everyone or anyone that has ever doubted, thought they did not measure up or wanted to quit, you tell them to look up, get up and don't ever give up.”—Retired Dallas Cowboys receiver Michael Irvin, Professional Football Hall of Fame Enshrinement Speech, August 4, 2007

During his playing days, I was not a fan of the hugely talented but troubled Michael Irvin. On the gridiron, he might have been a threat to score from anywhere or at any point, but off the field he faced a string of drug-related charges that made him seem the epitome of a spoiled-rotten player.

Several years ago, after he had retired from pro football, I read that he was trying to turn his life around. His recovery from substance abuse, it seems, continues. And, in Eli Saslow’s fascinating and moving article in ESPN Magazine, I learned how Irvin had agonized for weeks over his address at Canton five years ago—looking past the safe litany of thank-yous to fully vent his sorrow over so often failing his family.

We might not have come to Irvin’s particular extremity, but all of us, at one point or another, are driven to the threshing floor (a phrase, interestingly, that appears not in the King James Version of the Bible, but the New International Version—notably, in 2 Samuel 24, where King David purchases one as a site for the temple). At that point, we can draw strength from the words that reassured Irvin: Look up, get up, and don't ever give up.

Even if it means picking up our own personal crosses again, to be carried for who knows how long.