Teachers that made a difference: Bud Theodocion

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Teachers that made a difference: Bud Theodocion

Published: Saturday, June 20th, 2015 @ 12:01 am
By: Bobby Tony ( More Entries )

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Bud Theodocion was a coach at Bass High School when I went there. I was on the B team but hardly ever played. I was also in one of his classes but I cannot remember the subject. I have fond memories of him now but at the time, I was not too impressed with his judge of football talent.

    I played B team football for Coach Bud Theodocion in the 9th or 10th Grade. It was during his time at Bass High in Little Five Points. Played is a very loose interpretation of what I did. I practiced, watched, and generally did all things that a football player was supposed to do but I rarely played in a game. At the time, I blamed Coach Bud for not realizing my enormous talent.

    At the end of the season when they awarded us our letters, I remember Coach Bud telling me quietly something to the effect that "Well, you earned your letter, but if you really want to learn to play football come back next year and put your heart in it." He had realized long before me that all I wanted was a letter and be recognized. Obviously, that was not his goal. I did not go back next year for football but the advice has helped through the years. He was a coach of life as well as sports. I have been blessed in life to have several stepping-stones on my journey to adulthood and he was certainly one of them.

    He went on to become one of the winningest coaches in the Atlanta School system. Bud Theodocion passed away at age 70 in 2005.

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Stan Deatherage said:

( May 31st, 2015 @ 7:22 pm )

I know well 'elusive'.

Bobby Tony said:

( May 31st, 2015 @ 7:18 pm )

TMcD: Sometimes, the blunt truth is hard to take, but it can sure save you a lot of trouble later on.
SD: Sometimes, we have to be patient about that elusive profit, but I think you already know that.

Stan Deatherage said:

( May 31st, 2015 @ 4:35 pm )

I did, but I drank my own. Now that I think back, I should have made this a profit deal.

Bobby Tony said:

( May 31st, 2015 @ 4:12 pm )

Good lessons are learned the hard way.
"And it was over - the dreams, all that work to get to that point - and its over."
Now as a good capitalist, I would assume that you bought the beer with their money. After all your contribution was to take the risk, right?

Stan Deatherage said:

( May 31st, 2015 @ 3:38 pm )

Tailback (remember those) on offense; Middle Linebacker in a 4 - 4 (2 Middle backers - 2 corners) - 3 (safeties); deep to receive on kickoffs. For some reason, I stayed on the field except when we punted or we kicked off.

I made the varsity as a sophomore, and played quite a bit, so much, much was expected of me my Junior year. Plus by my junior year, I was 6 feet tall, weighed 190 lbs. with a 32 inch gut and ran a hair under a 4.6 40 (in pads).

Needless to say dreams of playing in Kenan Stadium danced in my head. Tore an ACL and cartilage, and still played until I could no longer walk. And it was over - the dreams, all that work to get to that point - and its over.

So I became a stupid Hippie until just before my 20th birthday, and then I began straightening out, seeing more clearly. mad it to the ranks of conservative thought by my young 30's (Churchill was right).

Genetically, my knees are predisposed to such. But those were also the days of the crack-back-block.

If I were to play in these times, I would lift weights with my legs mostly - especially around the knees, work on the speed, and I would play wide receiver, strong safety.

I was really good at catching a football.

On another note: the first game I ever played in - sophomore - as the linebacker, I hit a wide receiver, coming over the middle, so hard, I knocked him out of the game, actually they loaded him up in an ambulance and hauled him off to where ever they haul them to. Needless to say, he did not make the catch. It was like my third tackle.

Too much information hear, huh?

Bobby, if you had been on my team, I would have probably retreated to the bench to talk to you about our later plans after the game. It would probably have included beer. I would buy the beer for me and my friends, I had no fake ID, and yet I bought the beer - never carded.

Bobby Tony said:

( May 31st, 2015 @ 3:14 pm )

Stan, what position did you play? As you can see, I played a very mean bench.

Bobby Tony said:

( May 31st, 2015 @ 2:26 pm )

Stan, I only played one year of football in High School, but played every year in Gray Y back when the YM"C"A was Christian. I never got injured or hurt. Organized sports was never fun for me but sandlot baseball, football and basketball was a daily summer adventure even past high school.

Stan Deatherage said:

( May 31st, 2015 @ 2:12 pm )

Football stories, huh. I'd have a near lifetime of these stories if my knees had not played out by the time I turned 16 years young.

Oh well, when one door is closed, you move on or you 'jimmy the door'.

Bobby Tony said:

( May 31st, 2015 @ 7:00 am )

Here is the rest of the story. One of my best friends during grammar school and later high school became the first Team quarterback on the Varsity team. Bill was about my size 5ft 7 inches tall and weighing all of about 130 lbs. Bass High was built in a horseshoe formation where the back playground was visible from all the classrooms on that side of the building. We used to play sandlot touch football during recess. Once Coach Bud was looking out the window, called one of my classmates over, and asks him, “Who is that little kid running the ball now, he’s pretty good”. Gem told him it was me. He just said “Oh” and went back to teaching.
Gem later told me of the conversation and I sought out Coach Bud and asked him why he did not play me when I was on the team and now saying I was a good player. In his kindest manner (not his strong suit), he said that I lacked the self-discipline to be a team player. I was pissed off big time, but it turns out he was right again. Coach Bud was not all about football.
Looking back now the term “Testa Dura”, an Italian phrase meaning Hardhead, comes to mind. My mother used it from time to time.
I would like to say I have finally learned that lesson, but I would not like to put to a vote.