In a perfect world, I would be celebrating another MHS football state championship this morning. Alas, we ran into a buzzsaw in the semifinals and the season came to a sudden end.
Still, it was a great season and I’m honored to have served
this team as their athletic trainer and sports physical therapist. I’m
especially proud of this group of young men. If you had told me when this
senior class was freshmen that they would lead us to the success we’ve had this
year, I would have doubted you.
But if I’ve learned anything from MHS football through the
years, I’ve learned to never underestimate them. In 2000, we started the season
0-4. There was talk of a moving van showing up at Coach Quarles’ house. We won
the next 11 in a row including the state championship game.
In 2001, we replaced 16 starters from the year before.
Rebuilding year? Nah. Another state championship. This year, we replaced 17
starters. Reloading? Obviously!
I’ve now been a part of the MHS football program for 39
seasons. My first game was in 1982 when Dr. Bob Haralson asked me to cover for
him. Here’s what I remember from that game--Maryville’s best player came to me
during halftime saying that he had hurt his jaw.
I examined him and decided that he had actually broken his
jaw. Obviously, that’s not an injury that you can play through. When I told him
that, he said that he had played the first half with it so he was OK to play
the second half. It seems that he had been punched at school that day, breaking
his jaw on both sides. He hadn’t told anybody about it.
But here’s what I remember most…MHS Head Football Coach Don
Story looked at me, a complete stranger at that time, and asked if he should
play. I said no. Coach Story turned to the player (remember, he had played the
first half with a broken jaw) and said “go put your clothes on.” The fact that
Coach Story trusted me and supported my decision made a lasting impression on
me. To this day, he is one of my heroes.
Through the 80’s, I didn’t just cover Maryville—I covered
all our local schools. Most days during football season, I would leave my
office, head first to Heritage, then to Alcoa, drop by Maryville, and finish at
William Blount. If Coach Bill Satterfield at Greenback had somebody for me to
check, I would head that way. Sharon Wood of Maryville College would help out
on Friday night but I would usually end up at the biggest game, especially if
it was between two county teams.
In the early 90’s, we began adding Athletic Trainers and
eventually got to where we had an Athletic Trainer at each school. Tracy Martin
at William Blount. Terry Byrd at Heritage. Peggy Bratt at Alcoa. That’s when I
was able to focus on just Maryville High.
By the time my son was playing, I was covering only sports
at Maryville. It was a great pleasure being on the sidelines with my son in
1997 and 1998 when they competed and then won the first of the current string
of state championships.
I’ve been a part of a lot of incredible teams and memorable
games but it’s over. The semifinal game was my last game on the sidelines of
MHS. Athletic Trainers David Ivens and Amanda Cagle are now in charge.
It’s time. Football takes such a huge amount of time. My
wife has put up with this for 40 years and she and my grandchildren deserve
more of my time.
Thank you for all the coaches that have made me a part of
the staff. Thank you to all the players that have been a part of my life for so
long. Thank you to all the student trainers that have kept me young. A huge
thank you to the parents of my athletes that have trusted me to take care of
their kids. The greatest compliment I’ve ever received may be the oft repeated
comment that “I feel better knowing that you are there for my child.”
Oh, and by the way, I’m not going away completely. I’m not
retiring, I’m just giving up MHS football—you can still find me every day at
Total-Rehab at Cherokee seeing patients and doing what I do. And if you need
me, I’m easy to find.
Good stuff Joe! When I let my ATC license go I remember that first Friday night that I would have been on the sidelines. I still miss it in a strange sort of way. Congrats my friend on a long and storied journey!
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