My Dad coached football at Arkansas State, South Carolina, Western Illinois, and was Head Coach at Graceland and Toledo, so my allegiances were anywhere his teams were. See, Dad was a southerner and an ex-military guy who was a university All-American, defensive MVP of the Blue-Grey Game, Homecoming King and a Baltimore Colt. He was a tall, handsome southern gentleman who could turn a phrase in a folksy way and could motivate young men to run through walls. As a Head Coach, he helped to integrate the Mid-American Conference (Though Hawkeye great Hawkeye Emlen Tunnell had been there eight years before). In 1957, his leading receiver at Toledo was a guy of tight end stature named Gene Cook, who went on to play in the NFL.
I went to my first Iowa game in 1971 (Iowa’s lone victory that year, 20-16 over Wisconsin), but I didn't become a real fan for a while. Then a tall, handsome, ex-military southern gentleman, an All-American with a silver southern tongue and the ability to motivate men, women and children, and who had integrated the Southwest Conference in Texas arrived in Iowa. How appropriate that one of his all-time stars at Iowa was a tight end named Marvin EuGENE Cook, who became an All-Pro.
I became a Hawkeye as naturally as if I were going to a family reunion (though Dad never won like the remarkable John Hayden Fry). Seventeen years after hanging up my cleats as a high school Head Coach, and twenty years after my Indiana PhD, I returned to the Iowa Playwrights Workshop to earn an MFA and in part to become an official alum; and when I retired from the Caribbean to Iowa City (and my lifetime season tickets) last year, it was a personal statement that I am and will always be, a Hawk.
I went to my first Iowa game in 1971 (Iowa’s lone victory that year, 20-16 over Wisconsin), but I didn't become a real fan for a while. Then a tall, handsome, ex-military southern gentleman, an All-American with a silver southern tongue and the ability to motivate men, women and children, and who had integrated the Southwest Conference in Texas arrived in Iowa. How appropriate that one of his all-time stars at Iowa was a tight end named Marvin EuGENE Cook, who became an All-Pro.
I became a Hawkeye as naturally as if I were going to a family reunion (though Dad never won like the remarkable John Hayden Fry). Seventeen years after hanging up my cleats as a high school Head Coach, and twenty years after my Indiana PhD, I returned to the Iowa Playwrights Workshop to earn an MFA and in part to become an official alum; and when I retired from the Caribbean to Iowa City (and my lifetime season tickets) last year, it was a personal statement that I am and will always be, a Hawk.
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