Gregory Dolan Dies
Bio
I’ve been around the block a time or two but due to a bad left hip I never get far, I just keep walking in circles. I’m an old rusty merry-go-round that will leave you cut and in stitches.
Stories (48/0)
How to Coach a Heisman Trophy Winner
As a football coach of forty plus years, and a man that has coached a Heisman Winner, the best way to get him to full potential is let him be himself. There are certain things you simply can and cannot change, when you have a thoroughbred you let them run and All American athletes are much the same.
By Gregory Dolan Dies3 years ago in Cleats
Doing Things Differently
Doing Things Differently I have a tendency, fuck it, a need, to see something and change it, so it fits my terms of easier. I believe some call it ‘looking at the big picture’ and I just like changing the norm. Most every team I’ve ever coached has been undermanned, but we always played with a passion that other teams grappled with. We played differently, especially on offense, where I’d try anything to put points in the board. That is the name if the game, just score more than the other team.
By Gregory Dolan Dies3 years ago in Cleats
The First
Firsts: The First From what I’ve been able to ascertain, there’s a certain amount of pressure in being the first born of the family, pressure us younger siblings never know, nor honestly, care to know. The eldest gets/has to do everything first, that’s part of the job description, they set the example for the younger sisters and brothers. They are the trailblazers, the pathfinders, the true adventurers. The parents work out the kinks on the oldest, make more mistakes with the oldest and hold them to a higher standard, you could cook a thirty pound turkey under this kind of pressure, thank goodness I’m number three.
By Gregory Dolan Dies3 years ago in Families
Cruising With the Clan
Cruising With the Dies Clan Our family is so far from normal it would take China’s Five hundred meter Apeture Spherical Telescope (FAST) just to view a glimpse of somewhat normal, but normal is boring, so we really don’t give a fuck. We do things our way, we’ve been through rough waters, way over our heads, but we always emerge unscathed, eventually.
By Gregory Dolan Dies3 years ago in Families
The Trade
The Trade I was in fourth grade at St. John the Baptist grade school and life hadn’t scarred me, yet. There were two classes in every grade, 1st thru 8th and I drew 4A and my teacher was Sister Peters, or as we kids knew her, Sister Pickle Face, she always had a sour look plastered on her mug. At mid semester break my parents were informed I was being transferred, traded outright, to 4B, why, well there was no explanation, but back then you just did as told. I had a straight A report card except for conduct and that wasn’t good. My parents figured I was too much in class, but I had just turned nine, how much trouble could I be? And was the worst part was Sister Pickle got a student to be named later, it was humiliating.
By Gregory Dolan Dies3 years ago in Confessions
The Big Lie
The Big Lie I was eleven and good at math so I got my first paying job, at Kona Lanes, score keeping for adult bowling leagues on Saturday mornings. My penmanship was excellent so I had quite a few teams bidding for my services. My parents were pleased I’d found something to do during the summer but the yard maintenance fell on Matt which just pissed him off. He was better in math than I was but his handwriting looked like cave drawings.
By Gregory Dolan Dies3 years ago in Confessions
Biggest Strikeout Ever
Biggest Strikeout Ever T Marin and I had decided to go to the cabin for the parents were staying home and we felt we needed a few nights of peace and relaxation. Now if you’ve been reading any of my posts neither of us did peace or relaxation very well, it had been snowing in Big Bear for the last week or so and the drive would be long and arduous.
By Gregory Dolan Dies3 years ago in Confessions
A Night on Newport
Vinnie’s on 34th It was July 4th in Newport Beach, what possibly could go awry? Vince was living on 34th street on the bottom apartment of a duplex. He had purchased a keg and invited mostly girls. Matt and I were down early helping Vinnie get ready and he tapped the keg about noon. I swore I wouldn’t have a beer before five, but I lied to myself.
By Gregory Dolan Dies3 years ago in Confessions
The Horses Ass
The Horses Ass I was in my office today playing on the computer when I looked up at a few trophies I’ve kept over the years, championships as a coach, bowling champions and odd ball football and basketball hardware, but one caught my eye, always has. It was the back half of a horse, and I won that baby fair and square and I display it proudly in my office, it is definitely a conversation piece.
By Gregory Dolan Dies3 years ago in Humans
Demons Rising
Demons Rising Truth be told, I’m a very honest liar, I’ll admit to stretching the truth until it damn near tears in two, yet something or someone possesses my soul when I write and like George Washington, I cannot tell a lie. It’s actually frustrating, my stories are always so tame and mellow, they could use a spicing up. And just when I think I’ve turned the corner and started to mature, an old memory will float by like a lazy cloud and catch my attention, then attack my mind like a Bald Eagle swooping down on a trout.
By Gregory Dolan Dies3 years ago in Confessions
A Simple Ode
A Simple Ode He was lightning in a bottle, a supernova that burned out too quickly, he was the sun and we all orbited around him and I’m proud to say Vincent Edwin Webb was my friend. He was entirely different and yet exactly the same as most of us, he was morally bankrupt and yet at the same instance, he had unapproachable ethics, he was an American through and through with a bloody vicious English accent.
By Gregory Dolan Dies3 years ago in Humans
The Last Dance
The Last Dance So to continue my segment in embarrassing moments, there may have been a few, and one that comes to mind was when I was still married to Patty and the two of us, her five siblings, and their mates at the time, all went to a bar down in San Diego. (I’m starting to think I drink a lot or at least did, but God blesses me with hangovers so that helps)
By Gregory Dolan Dies3 years ago in Confessions