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How Lucky You Can Be: The Story of Coach Don Meyer par [Olney, Buster]
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Chapter 1

The body was on the floor and except for the rise and fall of the chest, there was no movement. The legs were tilted upward onto the seat of a chair. This is what Brenda Dreyer saw in the middle of her office on the afternoon of September 5, 2008.

She stepped from the room, pulled out her cell phone, and punched in numbers. It was three o'clock in Aberdeen, South Dakota.

"Coach is here," she said into the phone in a low voice. "He's sleeping. Do you want me to wake him?"

"No," said Randy Baruth, the assistant men's basketball coach at Northern State University. "Let him sleep. As long as he's ready to go by four, that's fine."

Outside of Dreyer's office, the Northern State campus was bustling on this first Friday of the school year. A class of freshmen found their way around, asking the same questions that the older students had asked before them. Students registered for classes and flocked to the bookstore to buy texts. Old friendships were renewed.

By tradition, on the first Friday of each school year, members of the men's basketball team would drive forty miles to a nearby hunting lodge off campus, a retreat designed to give the incoming freshmen a chance to assimilate. Through stories, a cookout, and games, the Wolves' players and coaches would learn more about one another, and about themselves. This was a day of rebirth.

The caravan of coaches and players was scheduled to leave at four. But Don Meyer, the sixty-three-year-old head basketball coach at Northern State-a man eleven wins shy of Bob Knight's NCAA men's record for most wins in history-was dead asleep, in one of the handful of spots on campus where he took naps in the middle of the day, lying on his back, baseball cap tilted over his eyes, feet propped on a chair.

He had been an early riser his entire life. Having grown up on a Nebraska farm with a taskmaster father, Meyer tended to wake at four or five a.m., work through the morning, and then tire easily in the middle of the afternoon.

Coaching made his schedule that much more exhausting. Recruiting in the Dakotas and other western states was done by car, in drives measured in hours rather than miles. And because Northern State's athletic programs shared one gymnasium in the middle of the South Dakota winter, the practices for the men's basketball team were often held at six a.m. Some days Meyer and an assistant would drive most of the night and then go straight to practice. Sleeping in until seven a.m. or later was not an option, and Meyer didn't drink coffee or caffeinated soda. The weariness was so constant that he often slipped catnaps into his schedule.

But he couldn't do that in his office, because even in September, before the team was practicing every morning, his day could be overrun by phone calls and emails and videotapes. The door to Meyer's office was kept open all day. A windowless square ten

feet by ten feet, built with facing cement blocks and drywall, Meyer's office could've been confused for a place of solitary confinement-save for the way the place was decorated and the nonstop human traffic. Other coaches walked through Meyer's office to get from the main lobby to their offices. Basketball players came to check in by signing the blue notebook that rested on a bookshelf opposite his desk. Friends stopped by just to chat. Meyer liked having his office in the middle of everything.

His walls were covered with pictures and posters and placards containing mantras or memories. Coaching legend John Wooden, a longtime friend of Meyer's, commanded the most space, with his gold pyramid of success and framed pictures of Wooden from the day he flew into Aberdeen to work Meyer's annual coaching clinic. Meyer had a sign, colored in UCLA gold, that was filled with words that had been given to Wooden by his father:

Don't Whine. Don't Complain. Don't Make Excuses.

A plaque for the national championship team that Meyer coached in 1986 at David Lipscomb College hung on one wall. File cabinets and boxes were stacked in a corner, leaving just enough room for Meyer to turn one hundred and eighty degrees in his black swivel chair and type into his computer.

But because his office was the superhighway of the Northern State gym, he couldn't nap there without being interrupted. So Meyer would escape to three or four different spots on campus where he could sit, lower the bill of his cap, and doze. The Hall of Fame room at the Barnett Center. The office of Harry Jasinski, the jocular eighty-one-year-old professor emeritus. The office of Brenda Dreyer, Northern State's director of university relations, where she found him on this day with his feet propped up.

Eventually, Meyer stirred and, seeing Dreyer, tried to get up. But his feet got tangled with the chair and he grasped at Dreyer's extended hand, both of them laughing at his awkwardness. "You dope," Dreyer said. Finally, he rose.

Meyer was six foot two, a former college pitcher and basketball player. He had lost most of his hair in early adulthood, and because his default expression was a concentrated frown, with his right eyebrow arched, those who met Meyer initially thought he was humorless, a notion shattered as soon as they came to recognize his droll sarcasm and love of jokes. Like this one, which he heard from Wooden and repeated often:

A cowboy comes in off the hot trail, hot and dusty from the cattle drive, and struts into a bar. He is all business, John Wayne-tough, and he announces to everyone in the bar, "My horse is outside, and nobody better take it, or else I'll have to do what I done did down in Texas."

He orders a sarsaparilla, the place is dead quiet, and the bartender leans forward and quietly asks, "What was it that you done did down in Texas?"

"Walk," the cowboy says.

Meyer left the administration building and returned to his office, and in the last minutes before the drive to the hunting lodge, he filled in the day planner that ranked, in its importance to him, somewhere among air and water.

The plan was for Randy Baruth, the assistant coach, to drive at the head of the caravan. When Baruth had begun as Meyer's assistant coach at Northern State, Meyer usually started at the wheel when they took their hours-long recruiting trips together. But Baruth could see that Meyer sometimes struggled to stay awake on long drives, especially later in the day, and Meyer told Baruth stories about waking up on the road and not remembering how he got to where he was; so, in time, Baruth did almost all of the driving whenever they traveled together.

Once, in Baruth's second year working for Meyer, the Wolves recruited a kid who lived in Crosby, North Dakota-about sixteen miles from the U.S.-Canada border, and some four hundred miles from Northern State University. Meyer and Baruth were scheduled to visit with the player at about ten a.m., and Baruth figured that they would drive much of the route the night before the meeting, check in to a hotel, and then finish the drive the next morning. But Meyer insisted on leaving at two a.m. and driving straight through the night. Baruth was furious at Meyer's stubbornness over not spending money to get a hotel room, but this was Meyer's way. His players had always joked about how cheap he was. If the choice came down to paying twenty-nine dollars for a hotel room and getting a decent night's sleep or pushing through, Meyer would keep driving. "That's the stupidest thing I ever heard of," Baruth said. "You're driving." An hour into the trip, Baruth looked over and could see that Meyer was having difficulty staying awake; fuming, Baruth drove the rest of the way to Crosby, and all the way back.

Baruth figured he would be at the wheel, even on the short trip to the retreat. The players were ready to leave at four p.m., as scheduled. But Baruth was behind in his work; he needed to copy some materials to send to a recruit. Finally, Baruth told Meyer, "Hey, Coach, I'll just meet you out there."

The drive wasn't long, just forty minutes. The team's caravan of six cars left the parking lot of the Barnett Center a little after four o'clock, the cars packed with sleeping bags and food to grill. Alone in the lead, in a four-door Toyota Prius bought for its efficient gas mileage, was Don Meyer. Husband to Carmen Meyer for forty-one years. Father of three. Grandfather of eight.

The lodge was easy enough to get to, a left turn and then some rights. After a mile on Melgaard Road, a left turn onto South Dakota Road 281- and then straight into the horizon. Through a windshield, the prairie sky looked like a blue semicircle set upon the land. Harvest was just weeks away, and rows and rows of corn filled the fields on both sides of the road. Old-fashioned telephone poles ran parallel to State Road 281, wooden crosses holding up double strands of wires.

They passed the Brown County Rifle Range on their right, and Kamen Equipment on their left, two of the few real landmarks in Brown County. Round bales were scattered across fields, rising like dunes in a desert. In some fields, the round bales were stacked three high-the farmer's pyramid of success-to keep them out of the pools of water that often collected on South Dakota's flat fields. In another couple of months, these plains would be filled so thick with snow geese and Canada geese that it would look as if you could walk across entire fields while only stepping on the backs of the birds.

The caravan, with the cars close together, crossed into Spink County, but the only way they would know the difference was by the sign. The only thing modern out there was the glimmering harvesting equipment, parked in front of farmhouses with peeling paint.

Twenty-one miles down the road there was a sign that pointed in three directions. Meyer turned west onto County Road 20, toward Northville, the other cars following.

Kyle Schwan, one of the team's seniors, was driving the fifth car in line, chatting with a carful of teammates. Bojan Todorovic, sitting directly behind Schwan, started to fall asleep, lulled...

Revue de presse

"Those of us who savor fine sports journalism have long known that Buster Olney knows the baseball beat. Now, with this beautifully conceived and elegantly written executed book Olney shows that he knows the beating heart of life and the pulse of humanity that makes sports matter." -George F. Will, Pulitzer-Prize winning journalist

"Don Meyer is a dear friend to me and the entire Basketball Community. His passion to teach, to share, and to live is unmatched. Buster Olney does a magical job of capturing this truly unique man and presents him in a way that is surprising and unforgettable." -Mike Krzyzewski, Coach of the Duke Blue Devils

"There are very few coaches who have positively impacted the game of basketball and the people who coach it as Don Meyer has done. His passion for the game, for teaching and for building character as well as his commitment to team are legendary. Coach Meyer has taught and given so much to us, and our game is better for it. This book chronicles not only his life as a coach, but his journey as a man through triumph and adversity. His story is a true inspiration and one which everyone should know." -Pat Summitt, Coach of the Tennesee Lady Vols

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  • Editeur : ESPN (9 novembre 2010)
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HASH(0x95600078) étoiles sur 5 An Inspiration To All 22 novembre 2010
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While we were in Minneapolis for our little girl's cancer treatments a couple yrs ago, we had the "chance" privelege of meeting Coach Meyer & his beautiful wife Carmen. Although it was a very brief encounter, Don leaves such a positive impression on people. We have kept in touch with him through letters & e-mails. Less than 2 wks ago, we received a wonderful care package from him. He is a remarkable man who gives true meaning to the terms "wounded healer" and "prayer warrior!" We have been blessed to have him come into our lives & rally behind us with our fight with childhood cancer! (Our little girl, Cedar, is kicking cancer's butt too!!!) Unlimited blessings to Coach Meyer & his family. This book is SOOOOOO WELL WRITTEN! Kudos to Mr. Olney on telling Don's miraculous story so well. It captures your attention from the first page & is hard to put down! I love this book and am gifting several copies this year for Christmas. Our love & prayers continue to be lifted up to Don, Carmen & their entire family ~ thank you for blessing us!!!
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HASH(0x954849a8) étoiles sur 5 An Inspiration 11 décembre 2010
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This is the type of story that needs to be told, read, and shared. This book is so much more than a sports book. It is the story of basketball coach Don Meyer. Meyer was travelling to team camp when fell asleep at the wheel and veered into the path of a semi while his team (in traling cars) watched in horror. Meyer barely survived the accident only to find out he had terminal cancer. It is where the story begins. This is an incredible story of one man's journey, the values he preached and the lives he has touched. There were many passages in which I needed to wipe the tears from my eyes before I could continue reading. This is not as much a book about basketball as it is a book about life. Buster Onley is primarily a baseball writer for ESPN. He does an incredible job with this story. His writing is superb and on par with the very best. It should be read by everyone. Clearly one of the BEST BOOKS OF THE YEAR!!
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HASH(0x9546eca8) étoiles sur 5 Wonderful read 27 avril 2011
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I picked this book up on a lark, not knowing anything about Don Meyer or what the story would be about. I was familiar w Olney only as a talking head for ESPN. I was immediately struck by the writing. Olney writes with a simple, direct style that is part journalistic reporting, part storyteller, with an efficiency of words. Brilliantly organized. While the book follows a somewhat chronological fashion, each chapter focuses on one particular aspect of Coach Meyer's life, or one key person in that life, so that at the end we have a fully illustrated mural depicting the rich fullness of this interesting man's life.
And what of that man? Olney presents him with all his warts. A hard, tough nut, without the time or interest to engage in social pleasantries. Driven. Demanding. Exasperating. And yet so much more. Moreover, as he deals with a tragic accident, he himself is forced to take time, and appreciates how much he has meant to so many people, so many lives he was able to touch in a lifetime of coaching, of teaching lessons that apparently went far beyond basketball. I loved all of the life lessons that Meyer shared with his players, who were required to take copious notes. There are tragedies and triumphs, joys and sorrows. There is humor, and sadness. In short, life happens.
You can read it in an evening or two, if you like, but I chose to take my time with it, to extend the pleasure of reading such a compelling story, so well written.
I will be on the lookout for further books by Buster Olney. Now I know why they refer to him as an award-winning journalist.
I am very glad I picked up this short, engaging book. I suspect you will be, too, if you choose to purchase.
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HASH(0x95566eac) étoiles sur 5 Absolute Must Read for Everyone - Not Just Sports Fans 12 novembre 2010
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This book exceeded my expectations. I just bought a case and plan on handing them out at church this Sunday. This book has the potential to transform lives. I know it has caused me to think about what's truly important in life. Buster did a fantastic job telling Coach Meyer's story. He made it relevant to all of us - not just sports fans. My favorite part was when Coach talks about the "F" words getting him through - faith, family and friends. May God continue to bless and use Coach Meyer. Thank you Buster Olney for bringing this story to the people!
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HASH(0x95440d50) étoiles sur 5 Buster Olney's HOW LUCKY YOU CAN BE Shows Just How Much In Life, Luck Has Nothing To Do With It 24 décembre 2010
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Okay, I have to admit that before reading this book I had never heard of Coach Don Meyer. Now that I have read it and had time to think about Meyer's life and what it teaches us, I will never forget him.

What author Buster Olney has done through HOW LUCKY YOU CAN BE is paint a portrait of more than just an individual who loved sports. Meyer loved life, and although it took some hardships to bring him closer to those who mattered most, it was something that was done with great appreciation and as a lesson for all of us.

I had the opportunity to interview Olney on the radio show Conversations LIVE, and to hear how he was changed by Meyer's life really shows the importance of books that are written about those involved in sports. Their lives are so much more than about the game. They are about the people involved, the relationships formed and the lessons that are learned along the way.

HOW LUCKY YOU CAN BE really highlights that in life nothing we do is ever about luck. It is about the oportunities you are given and how you react to them. That is true with Meyer who had to deal with challenges that few have known. The way he has dealt with them, however, provides lessons that people will be learning from for generations to come.

Kudos to Olney for taking us along this journey. We are all better off because of it.
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