An open letter to Britt Myers…Jr.

“So make the best of this test and don't ask why…”

Dateline: Behind the Stage

“One man practicing sportsmanship is far better than a hundred teaching it.”
~Knute Rockne

Dear Little Britt:

Honesty from me comes when I type, maybe not so much when I’m on stage, maybe not so much when I’m “db,” maybe more so when I’m just, “Don.”

This letter to you, this letter to your dad, this letter to those who take the time to read it, this letter here is from…Don.

It’s now been a third of my life that I have covered, written about “Sports.” A third of a life writing about the great, the near great, writing about the field of play, the fans in the stands, the famous, the infamous.

And as “Don,” and not “db” I have to type honestly here…most times I wonder if I have completely wasted a third of my life.

I am a child of the ‘60s, a wanted to change the world type of child, and yet, I wonder, and yet, I know, as a man I’ve changed nothing.

I became a watcher, moved from the court of play in society, to the sidelines, wrote of the world as an observer, not so much as a participant.

Watched it all from the Press Box.

And from the Press Box every once in awhile I would see how the world is supposed to be.

I would see that “sports,” does in fact have value, that players can in fact transcend the game they play.

And one of the few things that I have learned in this third of my life backstage is simply this…you judge those who play the game more by what they do back here away from the eyes of the fans, away from the eyes of the sponsors, away from the number on their back, the name on their jersey.

This photo little Britt is for you, happy 16th birthday, print it out and hang it on your wall.

This photo is “Sportsmanship” caught in 1/250th of a second.

This photo, is of your dad proving that the value of sports may have nothing to do with what takes place on the field of play.