During the conversation, he asked if I was looking for a job? Sure was, and he informed me that Wayne Cochrun was looking for a head sophomore football coach at Mater Dei. The interview with Coach Cochrun went well since we had similar philosophies, and both came from Clare Van Hoorebeke's juggernaut program at Anaheim High School.
So, on August 22nd, 1979, I showed up at the administration office in my double knit three-piece suit and a full beard and quickly signed since the Angels were playing Cleveland in the business man's special afternoon game.
My boy Nolan Ryan was shelled and was out of the game by the time I arrived (13-3 loss), one of the few times the Angels lost when I was in attendance. My five years at MD were a godsend (except for payday). The guidance and friendships made there are still strong; thank you Bob Ickes. By my fourth year as co-defensive coordinator with Chuck Ball, and my final year the young men of "pride, poise, and courage" were the number one ranked defense in the county, and Mater Dei won a CIF playoff game for the first time in 16 years.
The students in my history classroom were motivated, and sure enjoyed teaching, while coaching football, frosh basketball, frosh/soph baseball, and track built a strong resume that led me to a college coaching job. To this day I still think of "MY MATER DEI KIDS"...though many are in the early 50s now.
|Troup (L), NFL Films producer Chris Willis (C) and Steve Sabol (R)|
|Troup on the set of Leatherheads|
|Troup's definitive work on the 1950s|
So, this Saturday morning the pick-up truck will be loaded with my play sheets, footballs, football film, my cowboy boots, Levi's and music CDs.....am off to Texas. My boyhood heroes hail from Texas; John Reid & Ernie Banks, and they are both Texas men (Del Rio and Dallas).
My spirited loving wife Jo Ann will come to visit and be on set in October. Last season enjoyed doing my "Tuesday Tidbits" column here at the Journal, but that obviously goes on hiatus—though based upon the idiocy I read yesterday by the painfully lazy Jeff Legwold I will be missed. For those of you who know the music of John Cameron Fogerty . . . play "Ramble Tamble". . ."Oooh oooh, down the road I go".
|Troup grinding through film.|