Wins, Losses Don’t Tell Full Story

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In a celebratory banquet room one recent summer afternoon, I learned about a somber hospital room from nearly two winters past and my esteem for a man I have admired for four decades further grew.

The happy occasion was a retirement party for Phil Mathews, honoring his half-century of coaching basketball, including a decade of dominance at Ventura College from 1986 to 1995 when he guided the Pirate men to ten consecutive conference banners with state titles coming in his second and final seasons.

His overall record as head coach at a handful of schools, including the University of San Francisco, was an eye-popping 611-354; he also enjoyed laudable success as an assistant, including at UCLA; and for good reason has been inducted into three different halls of fame.

Joey Ramirez and Phil Mathews

And so, also for good reason, more than 200 former players and fellow coaches, family members and friends, and even one bygone sports writer, showed up to show him their respect and gratitude and love.

A few laughs were shared reminiscing about Phil’s fire-and-brimstone coaching style, but more important were the heartfelt stories that offered a truer measure of the man; a man who, despite the full-court-like pressure the college coaching profession puts on marriages, has fast-breaked to 32 wedding anniversaries with his dear bride Margie; a man who is Velcro close with his four children in adulthood; a man who remains an active father figure to five decades worth of players.

Joey Ramirez played for Mathews at VC and later became the Pirates’ second-winningest head coach behind him, but he told the assemblage that the most important way he wanted to emulate his mentor was as a champion husband and dad. Goal achieved, for as he spoke, Joey’s lovely wife Olivia and two of their three affable sons looked on proudly.

There were no smiles in the Ramirez family two Decembers ago, however, after Joey contacted COVID and legionnaires disease and severe pneumonia – a medical triple-threat that landed him in the ICU for nearly two weeks while being intubated and fully sedated.

The great poet Robert Frost famously said, “No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader.” Conversely, Joey proved as he spoke at the podium this day: tears in the speaker, tears in the listeners. In a choked voice, Joey said that upon finally regaining consciousness in the hospital the first person he saw at bedside keeping vigil was his ol’ coach.

Something like that doesn’t go on a Hall-of-Fame plaque, but should.

Let me close with a story about the National Cathedral in Washington D.C. The magnificent edifice took 83 years to build, from 1907 to 1990, and near the end of construction progress slowed to a crawl because it became nearly impossible to find stonecutters with the skill necessary to prepare the stones properly.

Curious about this dying art on life support, a journalist went to the job site and interviewed two of the remaining stonecutters. Specifically, the writer asked the pair of master craftsmen to explain what they were doing.

“I’m shaping this stone so that it fits perfectly into that space over there,” the first stonecutter replied, pointing.

Coach Mathews certainly shaped his players to fit perfectly into their roles to help their teams succeed year after year after year. But it was the second stonecutter who truly epitomized Phil, for he offered a grander answer: “I am building a cathedral.”

By dedicating his adult life to shaping young basketball players into successful men in the game of life, Philip Lewis Mathews has indeed built a beautiful cathedral.

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Essay copyrights Woody Woodburn

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Woody writes a weekly column for The Ventura County Star and can be contacted at WoodyWriter@gmail.com. Follow him on Twitter and Instagram at @woodywoodburn.

Orange In My Rainbow Is For Joey

Orange In My Rainbow Is For Joey

            The greatest overworked word in the English language is “greatest.” Well, unless it is “best.” Or, perhaps, “favorite.”

The problem with this trio is these opinions tend to shift as surely as ocean sands. One day, for example, I might consider Rembrandt the greatest painter ever; the next day, van Gogh is the best of all time; yet another day, Michelangelo or Picasso or even Basquiat and his graffiti-inspired art is my favorite.

Best, favorite, greatest too often miss the mark. Better to imagine a rainbow and give the human gods each a color. Or, in the case above, a hue on the palette.

Likewise with authors. Instead of bestowing the crown of Favorite or Greatest or Best, far better to imagine a single shelf in a bookcase with room enough only for a narrow rainbow of volumes. Steinbeck, Hemingway, Twain and Shakespeare comprise my personal Mount Rushmore, but there is top-self space for Woolf, Austen, Angelou and Rowling as well.

Oh, yes, between the honorary bookends I have also inserted a few friendly hues largely unique to my elite shelf: Ken McAlpine, Jeff McElroy, Roger Thompson and, naturally, Dallas Woodburn.

That’s the beauty of my rainbow philosophy: there are always enough colors to satisfy the eye of each beholder. Furthermore, giving Bach a golden hue does not diminish Beethoven’s bright red, which in turn does not raise him above Mozart’s forest green.

Joey Ramirez, left, and Coach Phil Mathews, right.

Ask me to name my favorite/greatest/best athlete from my quarter century as a sports columnist and I would be flummoxed. My personal rainbow, however, comes into ready focus – albeit with all shades of blue going to my idol and mentor, John Wooden.

Magic Johnson, who I wrote more columns about during my span than any other athlete, gets the hue of Lakers gold. Arnold Palmer, who like Johnson always treated me like I wrote for the New York Times rather than a local paper, gets a Masters-jacket green shade.

And bright orange – the Ventura College Pirates’ shade – in my rainbow goes to Joey Ramirez. This selection will come as a surprise only to those who never watched No. 13 in stalwartly action. Under Joey’s leadership as star point guard during the 1992-93 and 1993-94 seasons, the Pirates had a combined record of 73-5 and played in back-to-back state championship games.

Joey exemplified Coach Phil Mathew’s “We Play Hard” motto. Not only did the Santa Paula native get floor burns diving for loose balls, he gave the hardwood skin-and-bone burns. And yet it wasn’t Joey’s fierceness and winning ways that painted him into my rainbow – it was his grace and character in defeat.

Especially, I remember the second state championship game loss by two points on a night the basket had a lid on it whenever Joey shot the ball. Listed on the roster at 5-foot-10, Joey stood tall as a center afterward despite his heartbreak.

Here’s some more that puts Joey in my rainbow: he was a standout college student; became a high school math teacher; and now, as head coach of the VC men’s basketball team, stresses education to his players. It is not lip service: Joey and his lovely wife Olivia’s three sons – Andrew, Marcos and Eric – are straight-A students on top of being exceptional athletes.

One more reason: hard as a gemstone externally, inside Joey can be a softie. This was on display last Sunday evening when he was inducted into the Ventura College Athletics Hall of Fame.

Truth is, Joey wasn’t the only one in attendance who teared up during his splendid acceptance speech – my rainbow briefly turned blurry.

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Woody Woodburn writes a weekly column for The Ventura County Star and can be contacted at WoodyWriter@gmail.com. Follow him on Twitter and Instagram at woodywoodburn. His books are available at www.WoodyWoodburn.com.

Check out my memoir WOODEN & ME: Life Lessons from My Two-Decade Friendship with the Legendary Coach and Humanitarian to Help “Make Each Day Your Masterpiece” and my essay collection “Strawberries in Wintertime: Essays on Life, Love, and Laughter” …