Dear Coach

Aug 14, 2012 -- 10:30am

Dear Coach,

I've been fortunate enough to have played the game of football in this state, and yes, before you smirk, many years ago (late-70's) at Universal City Randolph.

As a military brat, I played for three high schools in four years with my senior year being in north San Antonio at Randolph High.

I loved the "Ro-Hawks" tradition and history. The program had one coach for nearly three decades, Bob Mickler, Sr.

I transferred in from Japan before my senior year and he did everything but question my manhood when I walked thru that old field house door asking about practice.

My father was with me, and I think that's about the only reason he didn't.

He had the offensive line coach, Jimmy Turnbow walk me into the locker room, which had an old Universal weight machine right in the middle. As we walked toward the lockers, I heard Coach Mickler in the background, "give him the locker in between the Varsity and JV, he probably won't be here very long."

I was already motivated by Coach Mickler's arrogance, and so that comment right then gave me super-charged energy.

I had an earlier taste of Texas H.S. football when we lived in San Antonio prior to our four-year tour in Japan. My older brothers, Robert, Jr. and Michael both played at Roosevelt High, the Rough Riders, a school not far from Randolph Air Force Base, about 20-minutes away down I-35. Back then, the only school in between Randolph and Roosevelt was a place called Converse Judson.

And, back then, Judson was just an average program with very little history. Well, we know that soon changed under D.W. Rutledge and Company.

My brother, Robert, played for Roosevelt in 1971 and I remember watching big-boy Texas high school football his senior year, when Roosevelt stunned San Antonio Lee in a playoff game. Yep, the S.A. Lee team had a QB named Tommy Kramer, a wide receiver named Pat Rockett (who would later play MLB with the Braves) and a TE named Richard Osborne.

Kramer was a record-setting QB at Rice and also played in the NFL.

Osborne went on to play with the Eagles in the NFL.

I had a really good taste of the bravado and passion of Texas High School Football.

I didn't need a grumpy old coach to tell me anything I didn't know.

Well, maybe Coach Mickler was just trying to push the right buttons and then again, maybe he didn't think I'd make the roster for the perennial power Ro-Hawks.

I made a statement during the first day of workouts, and then the next one, and the first scrimmage and eventually started both ways at right guard and defensive end.

Randolph once lost to Plano High School in the Class 2-A State Championship Game in 1967, and the Ro-Hawks made one playoff appearance after another, including trips to the quarterfinals and semifinals.

The program has never suffered a losing season, but my senior season tested that tradition with an ugly 5-4-1. We lost a great all-state linebacker Donn McCorkindale to a knee injury in the middle of the season.

We had some issues with leadership from the returning seniors, and since I was the "newbie" it was well into the season before I felt anyone was listening to me.

My best friends were actually juniors, including Greg Brodman, a great athlete who was forced to sit out his junior season with the Texas transfer rules. Greg would later become a Colonel in the U.S. Air Force and played a major role in Randolph's quarterfinal round team the next year. He played one year at Angelo State University before transferring to Trinity University. Greg was a great friend, and that's why the call I received in April 2005 crushed my soul when I found out he had suffered a massive heart attack and died.

Military brats don't have the opportunity to have too many life-long friends, so the one's we know, we appreciate and then, before you know it, their father is transferred to another state or another country.

Greg Brodman and I had a lot of incredible memories, some that only he and I will ever know, and some that I mentioned while having the honor of giving his Eulogy at Randolph Air Force Base that April Day in 2005.

Every time Coach Mickler rode me hard, I dug deep inside and kept scratching and clawing while wanting to lash out at the lack of senior leadership on the team. But, this was well before I started hosting an afternoon talk show, the opinions just didn't flow out of my mouth like they do now.

I did everything I could throughout my senior season, but I wasn't talented enough to make too much of a difference.

We finished 5-4-1, and lost to Hays Consolidated 46-20 on the final night of the 1976 regular season. I remember picking up a blocked field goal and racing into the end zone, and since I hadn't been there in a while, I don't know what got into me, but I started a Billy White Shoes Johnson/Elmo Wright dance with my knees going up and down.

The game was close at that time, but it sure wasn't much of a contest in the second half.

I remember how we prepared all week on defending this high-octane Rebels Triple-Wishbone offense, but, it's not like we hadn't seen it before...the option back then was like the spread today...most everyone was running it.

We actually ran a Pro-Style I-formation, which I always was what the pro's ran back then as if I ever had a chance to play past high school.

Hays Consolidated turned out to be a really good program too, Smithson Valley, now 5-A was a new school back then, and we crushed them 34-0. I'll never forget I threw a block that sprung then sophomore Brad Swanson for a 99-yard TD run early in the game.

I try and forget a lot of those games, but there are some that I try and hang onto a little bit.

No, I'm not one of those old guys trying to act 17 or 20, I'm as 53 as they get, I weighed 175-pounds in high school, I weight 260+ now. I'll let the + speak for itself.

Following our final game and loss to Hays, I was just lost. I didn't understand how it could end this way, I thought these Ro-Hawks were a "perennial" power, how could we go 5-4-1 and not even make the playoffs? Really?

Well, because we didn't have chemistry, we just never were as one as coaches like to say, we were very talented, but we didn't have "it" that season.

I regret that entire season, basically from the first workout until that last second ticked off the clock and I looked at the scoreboard, 46-20.

What the heck?

I was upset, angry, frustrated and lost.

My football career was over and I felt so useless.

I sat in that same locker room where I met Coach Mickler and Coach Turnbow, and by the end of the season, my locker was near the front.

I looked around at my buddy Rigo Santiago, who blocked that field goal.

I glanced at another really good friend, Pete Wesp, the left guard and a really good junior linebacker, who was a junior, and who is now the AD/Football Coach at "our" Alma Mater.

Dan Hargrove was to my right, Donn McCorkindale was up against the wall with a cast on his leg.

There was junior quarterback Eric Cox who was sneaky speed and a really good arm, but he just wasn't quite ready to shine...the next year, he did and made some of his doubters from our 1976 team look awfully silly.

You see, we were a fractured team, a group of seniors who were friends, but not "all in" in my opinion, and a junior class that was talented, but unable to take control of the locker room because of "tradition."


I don't know how many minutes passed by before I heard some of the coaches talking and shaking the hands of each senior, one-by-one telling them good luck.

That's when I felt this large shadow in front of me, I looked up and it was my head coach, Bob Mickler.

The same Coach Mickler questioned me, pushed me, called me a moron on more than one occasion (which I always deserved), and that man did that because he saw potential in me, he just wanted to find the right button to push.

He did, and I loved that man, I loved proving him wrong, and I loved playing for him.

He stopped in front of my locker as I refused to take off my shoulder pads and helmet, "Smoak, I want to thank you for everything you've given to this program, you were a God-send to us this season and I'll never forget you. You had no clue about what or who was a Ro-Hawk, but you'll always be one of us."

As tears were rolling down my cheeks, upset with failing the tradition of being a Randolph football player, tears from losing a game, my final game, and tears knowing I would never again put on a uniform. I knew, I knew my time as a football player had ended and I was coming to grips with that right then and there...right at that specific moment.

Coach Mickler leaned down and just slightly tapped his hand on my helmet, and said, "It's time young man, you've done what you could do, it's time to move on and dammit, Coach English (another one of our asst. coaches) is trying to do the laundry and we need your jersey!"

I cracked up and laughed my butt off, because only Coach Mickler could have such a twisted sense of humor in such an emotional time.

He added, "You can keep that helmet, you deserve it, and you better never forget about this place, this locker room, this program."

As you can tell, I never did, and I never will.

That's why when my younger brother Philip had a monster game at linebacker in a district championship clinching victory over Medina Valley three years later, I climbed out of the stands onto the sideline, and as the clock expired, I ran onto the field and hugged him, and slapped his helmet about a dozen times, excited for him and for the program.

My brother would later tell me, "You thumping me on my helmet was the toughest hit I'd taken all night."

He was part of passing on the torch of that Randolph tradition.

Many of you reading this might reflect back on your last play, your last game, your old high school football coach or greatest high school football memory.

I loved that man, I loved Coach Mickler.

And, that's why, when I walked into the newsroom at my radio station in Tyler back in 1991, I fell to my knees and cried out loud, when I ripped a story off the Associated Press wire, "Texas H.S. Football Coach Dies in Car Wreck."

The headline caught my attention, the first sentence is something I'll never forget. It was the news that Bob Mickler, Sr. and his wife, were killed in a two car accident in the mountains in Mexico.

It was less than five-minutes before I was about to host my afternoon sports talk show...and as sad and emotional as I was at that time, I reflected back on what Coach Mickler once said about adversity and character and being mentally tough.

I somehow made it thru those three hours, because I brought up his death, his passion for coaching kids, and the impact a high school football coach, or any coach, or teacher can have on our children today.

Coach Mickler is still listed among the all-time wins and winning percentage in Texas high school football history, and it's still shocking to me he's not in the Texas H.S. Football Hall of Fame. But, you see, he wasn't a hand shaker and politician, he was a no-nonsense football coach who won games and turned young boys into men.

He was old school like I am now.

He was one of my heroes in life and had a tremendous influence on my life.

And, now perhaps more people can understand why I have such a passion for coaches and what they do for a living, win or lose.

As another season approaches, let's understand the role of a coaching staff and the countless hours they spend with our kids, being their coach, teacher, and in some cases, their guardian and father.

Thank you for your time.

10 Years

Jul 03, 2012 -- 10:13am
After 10-years, I can't say thank you enough...

It was ten years ago today when we launched this website,

At the time, I had no idea what to expect, and the results have been overwhelming. But, it's not for me to decide the role this website has played in covering high school sports in this region, that's for you the membership.

I can't thank you the membership enough for your time, interest, loyalty and support.

I want to especially thank our original webmaster, Daffydd Morgan, who helped design the monster than has a heart-beat of its own, whether I'm involved or not.

There has been and continues to be a core of administrators and moderators who have the thankless job of making decisions that not many agree with or appreciate. They don't receive compensation, they get most of the grief, but their passion and loyalty to this website has been undying.

I would like to also thank my new staff of technical support, including CyberLynk (formerly Perfect Presence), Derek Tonkin, Dustin Hicks, Zach Burke, Paul Catalina, Jason Barringer, Jamie Garrett, and our incredible Interns, Brian Bauer, Casey Floyd and Leslie Horn.

I'll never forget that first summer when we began to build the historical section for approximately 100 high school football programs in greater East Texas. That number has nearly doubled in ten years, and we're on the verge of launching our newest section that will include greater Central Texas. I remember asking Craig, Jennifer and Cindy for their time and help in adding, revising and creating the program-by-program historical information that literally took hundreds upon hundreds of hours back in the summer of 2002. And, hundreds upon hundreds of additional hours keeping each program updated from year to year.

We have seen numerous websites come and go, and we've always tried to help them along the way. New websites are about to launch, if not already, and we welcome them to the family, because as one high school coach once told me a long time ago, "It's always supposed to be about the kids."

Yes, it is, so even with competition, the more the merrier.

I've appreciated and enjoyed the discussion, opinions, and information that has allowed this website to perhaps make a difference at times, and yes, sometimes be your biggest pain in the butt.

I love this website because it's allowed thousands upon thousands of players, coaches, and fans to meet up at their convenience to argue, digest, discuss and vent their emotions, feelings and passion of high school athletics. And, although they don't like to admit it, some high school administrators too!

But, along the way, added other forum sections that are more than just high school football, and yes, even the ever-challenging "Political Forum!"

I honestly don't know what the future holds for, but, we've made it through a full decade, a goal I never thought possible.

If you would like to add a comment about, please feel free to email me and I'll add a link for comments on the homepage.

And, if you feel so inclined and I've tugged at your emotions enough, you can always go to the bottom of our homepage and donate a dollar or twenty to our PayPal account.

Okay, I couldn't resist!

It's been a great journey into literally the "unknown" but it wouldn't be possible without you the membership.

I can't thank you enough and God Bless!

David Smoak

Smoak Signals #1

Jul 01, 2012 -- 9:56pm


Here we are, Friday, June 29th, and the coverage of Baylor for the 2011-2012 sports calendar year is well into the summer, and on Thursday night Baylor’s magical season continued with three former Bears being selected in the NBA Draft.  Perry Jones III was the 28th overall pick by Western Conference Champion Oklahoma City, senior Quincy Acy going 37th to Toronto, and freshman Quincy Miller the next pick to Denver at #38.

And, in my opinion, although the competitive games or events ended with Baylor’s loss in the Super Regional to Arkansas, and at the NCAA Track & Field Championships, their year won’t end, and the magical run doesn’t officially end until the night of the ESPY’s when ESPN announces their annual award winners for everything-sports, and then some.

For so many years, my “down-time” was around early-April when the NCAA Men’s Basketball Tournament ended, if not earlier.

But, as the program director of the Baylor Flagship Station, it seems like there’s never a down-time, not much time for taking a three day weekend or even a week off.  There’s always something to cover, and that’s a good thing. 

Our ESPN-Central Texas staff will all get some much needed and deserved vacation time throughout July, well, thru most of July.  Paul Catalina and I will be in Dallas on July 23rd and 24th to cover the Big 12 Media Days, followed by our 12-day coverage of Cowboys Training Camp in Oxnard, California later that week.

When we come back, college and high school football workouts will be in their first week, and then, here we go again---and, you know what?  I wouldn’t want it any other way.

While Baylor is enjoying their greatest run ever, we’re trying to do the same with our programming and all that we do.

It was two years ago last week when I arrived in Central Texas, not knowing how long I’d be here, not knowing what to expect.  Baylor Athletics has been on one heckuva run, but so have my staff and I, and I can’t wait to see our next goal reached or what is our next step in making sure we bring Central Texas the coverage they want, deserve and now expect.



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