Friday, March 15, 2019

Gordon Wood: High School Football Coaching Legend


 Although I had never been a sports writer during my newspaper days in the 1970s at The Flint (Michigan) Journal and The Houston Post, I added sports features to my portfolio during my years as a freelance journalist from 1980-1997. I thoroughly enjoyed interviewing athletes and coaches in particular. And it was in that vein I quickly encountered one of the most memorable feature subjects of my career: Texas high school football coaching legend Gordon Wood.

I hadn’t even heard of Wood before I persuaded the fledgling sports publication Texas Sports to let me poll a national group of top college coaches in 1981 on the question of trying to identify Texas’ best high school coach. I was pleasantly surprised when a healthy number of college coaches agreed to answer my query, which involved anonymously listing their selections for the state’s 10 best high school coaches and adding a few comments explaining those picks. I figured I’d see a lot of names from the powerhouse high schools in Houston and Dallas. But I was stunned to find one name from rural Brownwood mentioned prominently on every coach’s ballot: Gordon Wood.

In follow-up phone calls with coaches at national powerhouses like Nebraska and Oklahoma, as well as Texas schools, I confirmed their confidence in Wood’s ability to produce players ready for the college ranks. The more I learned about Wood, the more eager I became to learn more. So, I convinced the editor at the Sunday magazine for The Dallas Times Herald (Westward magazine) to assign me a feature story on Wood. I traveled to Brownwood one Friday with a photographer to spend a football weekend with Wood. I even joined him for a haircut in his favorite Brownwood barber shop before the game, a weekly ritual for the iconic coach. We finished the weekend with a lengthy interview session on Saturday following a Brownwood victory on Friday night. I would write about Wood several times in the next few years.

Wood died in 2003 at the age of 89. During a 43-year career as a Texas high school football coach, he won 25 district titles and nine state crowns, finishing with a record of 396-91-15. At least four other high school coaches have topped that win mark. Only three college coaches logged more wins than Gordon Wood: John Gagliardi with 489, Joe Paterno with 409 and Eddie Robinson with 408.

I wrote the story below as Wood was launching his 1983 campaign, two seasons before his retirement in 1985. He would finish the 1983 season with a record of 8-3. Two years before his death, Wood penned a memoir entitled Coach of the Century. Of course, there is a Wikipedia article on Gordon Wood for anyone wanting more details than provided here in my article from the October 1983 editions of Muse Air Monthly.

WORLD'S WINNINGEST FOOTBALL COACH

Gordon Wood, coach at Brownwood, Texas, has a won-lost record that’s the best in football at all levels.

Clearly, the situation looked hopeless. The Stamford High School Bulldogs — Texas state football champs in each of the two previous seasons — had been penalized back to their own one-foot line. The ball sat perched just outside their own end zone. They looked to the sidelines.

There, Coach Gordon Wood explained his plan to reserve Wendel Robinson: “Tell them to wedge block two plays and then punt that ball out of there.” Wood slapped Robinson on the seat and dispatched him to deliver those instructions to the players waiting on the field. But somehow; the message was garbled.

“Coach says for the quarterback to follow me 99 yards on a sneak,” Robinson ordered from the midst of the huddle. Although they were puzzled, the team dropped into position and prepared to follow those instructions. And no one was more surprised than Wood when the play zigged right, then left and then carried through a hole for a touchdown.

“I don't k n ow why he told them to do that,” recalls Wood of the incident during the 1957 season. “But that was a team that just got it in its head they could do anything. Maybe I had underestimated them by telling them to hang on.”

The Good Book promises that faith will move mountains. While many geologists might dispute that claim, most people will agree that faith is still a pretty potent force, particularly in sports. It would be hard to find a more fitting example of the strength in that dictum than Gordon Wood, the classic American high school football coach.

Kicking off his 45th campaign this fall in Texas high school football. Wood has employed a lot of faith to help compile the most successful record any football coach in America has ever enjoyed: 383-77-11 for a winning percentage of .825 with nine state championships to his credit. When the late Bear Bryant topped the record for most wins by a college coach (315), he trailed the Texas legend by about 60 victories. Situated as he's been in the lower visibility arena of high school sports. Wood hasn't been treated to the same sort of national spotlight. Just this year he was honored with election to the Texas Sports Hall of Fame. But those with a firm grasp of the impact of Woods accomplishment have never been shy about expressing their opinion.

“Gordon Wood belonged in there long before I did,” says former University of Texas coach Darrell Royal. “His record is more remarkable to me than Bear Bryant’s.”

Bryant himself paid Wood the ultimate compliment when he once joked about his reasons for leaving Texas A&M: “I just didn't want to be remembered as the second best coach in the state.”

And Texas Tech's Jerry Moore confesses: “I’m a Gordon Wood fan.” The framed portrait of only one coach graces the walls of Moore's Lubbock office—that of Gordon Wood. The image of a major college coach plotting next season’s strategy beneath a portrait of a high school mentor is itself symbolic of Texas high school football.

Gordon Wood's inspirational record is just the peak of his contribution to Texas culture. Wood stands as the measure against which all other coaching efforts must be measured, of course. And he excelled in a realm where he had to rely on the talent presented him, most of the time molding a bunch of squirts into champions. There are at least three other even more significant accomplishments with long range impact attributable to the man.

First, his imprint will forever be stamped on Texas football coaches in general. Many of the men coaching across the state today played their schoolboy football during Wood's golden years in n the 1950s at Stamford. They've carried the Wood trademark into their own systems and undoubtedly will transmit it to the boys destined to grow into the state's coaches of the next generation. In many ways  Gordon Wood is Texas high school football.

Second, Brownwood, Texas, where he has coached since I960, has developed at least some of its community pride from its teams. Brownwood, a pleasant community of 20,000 between Fort Worth and Abilene in northwest central Texas, teems with ambition. The high school, recently moved up a notch to 4A status, and Wood got credit for infusing their little city with spirit and pride. In small Texas towns, the high school football team serves a psychological function. A winning spirit is contagious. The kids bring it home from school and pass it on at the supper table. The parents take it to work with them on Monday morning. Grade schoolers grow up working toward one ultimate goal—to make the team in high school.

Brownwood, before Gordon Wood, had claimed only one district title in 40 years. By most accounts it was a depressing place. Wags at a barber shop joked about the “sissies” on the gridiron. But in his first year as coach, Wood took them to the first of the school’s seven state championships. He never looked back. And Brownwood hasn’t either.

Third, and probably most important, Wood has done much more than pump quality athletes out of his system. High school sports exists to teach more than the intricacies of the game. In fact, 95 percent of the kids who play in high school won't go any further on the football field, but they will carry valuable lessons about discipline, spirit, pride and, yes, faith, into business, agriculture, government and education—all the fields which make this society work. To that end, this is what Gordon Wood is all about. Ask most college coaches to talk about their most memorable players and you'll get a litany of All-Americans and the ones who went on to the pros. Ask Wood and you hear about boys who grew up and went to Congress or one who turned down a coaching job on Wood's suggestion to become a high-powered math professor.

And for all who passed through his locker room, Wood voices only the
same, simple view: “I just hope that I had something to do with teaching that all things are possible if you get a good vision of what you want to be, work hard and get your priorities right.”

Before he died, Bear Bryant offered an equally simple summation of the Brownwood legend: “What Gordon Wood does, is, he helps people be better people.”

But how has he done it? What ingredients have combined to create Gordon Wood? What's the secret of his success?

“The formula,” replies Wood with characteristic brevity “is to get a program and get the kids believing in what they're doing.”

That's faith. And most of all, faith is what Gordon Wood has taught. There’s little complex strategy and rarely any dramatic hellfire-brimstone oratory in a Gordon Wood halftime pep talk. He simply tells each player what specific maneuver to make that should correct the current situation. It works because each player has learned by experience the primary dictum on a Gordon Wood team: If Wood tells them something will work, and they follow his orders, it will. And, if that 1957 Stamford squad believed Wood ordered a quarterback sneak for 99 yards, well, that's exactly what they did—in football's version of a mountain-moving performance.

Wood was born May 25, 1914, on a cotton farm in south Taylor County The youngest of eight children, he learned early that the family watchword was “work.” Their father toiled in the field from dawn to dusk, and he expected the family to do the same. An excellent farmer, Wood's father might have become wealthy except for one flaw, Wood recalls. He did not believe in owing money When disasters struck and crops failed—as they almost invariably do at one time or another—he moved his family on rather than borrow money from a bank. The family never went hungry. But Wood remembers his youth as a time of constant toil. He says the children always looked forward to those times when their father would loan them out to neighboring farms where the work schedule was a more comfortable 10-hour day compared with the 12 hours-plus they knew at home.

Theirs also was the type of environment in which school became a luxury. The brood showed for class on opening day, drew their books and returned only when rain forced them out of the fields. That life left its impression. Wood grew up seeking an escape. He didn't enjoy farming, an existence dependent on the whims of nature with its insects and weather. However, it also brought out the competitor in Gordon Wood. Picking cotton was the only athletic event his family knew, and he worked obsessively to do it better than his older brothers. It was a grand occasion when he could brag at supper about having plucked 400 pounds of cotton during the day.

Strangely enough, the nation's winningest coach played only five football games as a schoolboy athlete. That occurred in the seventh grade when he lived in Abilene with his mother. Rather than borrow to pay off a doctor bill, the family split briefly that year with his father working the farm near Wylie and his mother doing laundry for pay in the city. The young Wood saw some friends playing football and asked if he could try. He was so naive, he recalls, he took literally the coach's instructions to “Go out there and fight.” He failed to make a single tackle because he was too busy pounding the face of the player across the line.

When the family was reunited in Wylie, he tried commuting to Abilene because his local school wasn't large enough to field a team. He surrendered after five games, the combination of school, travel and farm chores overwhelming even his enthusiasm. He never played another down in high school.

But his competitive edge could not be dulled. He played basketball and starred in track meets around Taylor County He was big and possessed a farm-fed strength. Those qualities, plus his desire to win, landed him a general athletic scholarship at Hardin- Simmons College in Abilene. At last, he was freed from the farm—but not entirely from chores. His scholarship covered only tuition and books. To pay for room and board, young Wood brought a family cow to Abilene. Her milk each day earned him quarters at a boarding house.

In 1938, with the Great Depression still in full fury, Wood graduated from Hardin-Simmons clutching degrees in physical education and history. By 1940, Wood had made enough contacts to land a head coaching position at Rule High School. Half the size of Spur, it had lost 20 straight football games, but it offered Wood the perfect laboratory for demonstrating his special talent. It was at Rule that he began to practice the techniques destined to create a legend.

Foremost came an ability to look beneath the muscles and speed when selecting players, to locate those with that special quality known as “heart.” One incident in particular illustrates his jeweler’s eye in this regard. During spring drills at Rule, Wood watched a defensive back miss a tackle that would have prevented a touchdown. Calling the youngster to the sidelines, Wood simply chided: “Johnnie, I don't believe you even tried to tackle that kid.”  He was prepared for a response of disappointment but nothing like the scene that transpired. Johnnie cried all afternoon.

Wood recalls his own feelings: “I knew then in my heart this was something I’d never have to say to that kid again. He was trying as hard as he could. I knew I had me a football player. You’ve got to recognize these things in kids.”

Halftime of opening day found his team behind 25-0. On the way to the locker room he overheard his two largest players grumbling, “It’s nothing.” Wood started the halftime pep talk by telling them to turn in their uniforms. The surviving members of the team returned to the field and carved out Rule's first win in two seasons, 31-28.

By 1942, Wood was able to carry his first head coaching record from Rule into the U.S. Navy: 11 wins and 9 losses. He spent World War II in California, where he served as a chief petty officer for recreation and boxing. He worked part time for some college coaches out there, recruiting, scouting and undoubtedly learning a number of new tricks.

He returned to Texas in 1945, assuming the helm at Roscoe where the student body totaled 113. He overcame car wrecks which injured his stars and a flu epidemic to compile a record of 17-2-2 with one district title. On toward destiny he continued to roll: 1947-1949 at Seminole (20-9-2); 1950 at Winters (7-3); 1951-1957 at Stamford (81-6); 1958-59 at Victoria (12-7-1), and finally, 1960 to present at Brownwood (235-41-6).

It was at Stamford that Wood-led teams began to project a distinct personality, one etched into the face of Texas high school football. Besides nailing down two state football titles there (1955 and 1956) he coached the school's golf team to the state championship one year with the help of his football quarterback. That quarterback,  Charles Coody went on to become one of the country's outstanding professional golfers. At Stamford, Wood polished his expertise in the fine art of preparation.
He called upon graduates to spend Friday nights scouting future opponents. One of the players who benefitted from those reports remembers them as extremely detailed.

“He really wanted to beat Seminole, his old school,” recalls H. L. “Buddy” Gray now a math professor at Southern Methodist University. “We were both 12-0. Before the game, he passed out a sheet to our team with facts and figures about every member of their team. He even had quotes they might have said, comments about which ones were married and which ones could intimidate. I don't know how he collected all that, but we wound up beating them 35-0. We respected him because he planned things and told us they would work. If we did them right, they did work.”

Under Wood, those Stamford teams developed a reputation for using the first play of the game as a boost. Gray recalls that Wood always seemed to know his opponents’ weakest spot, and that spot is where he went to open the offense. But Wood also used those years to develop a precise understanding of dealing with youngsters.

“I’d never been so severely chewed out as when I missed a block,” recalls Charles Stenholm, one of Gray's teammates and now a U.S. congressman from Stamford. “But I've never been so sincerely praised as when I did something good. He just had an instinct for knowing when to rage and when to calm down.”

For any coach, the halftime pep talk is equivalent to a doctor's bedside manner as a key to success. Wood explains his philosophy developed at Stamford: “All that gung-ho, beat ‘em up and kill ‘em stuff is no good. Kids are too wise. But there are times when the worst thing you can do is chew them out. There’s a reason for them doing poorly. Just find it, tell ‘em what it is and let them correct.”

The most important aspect of Wood’s relationship with young players concerns their emotional foundation. Some coaches win because they hate to lose. Wood seems to win because of his love for the kids. His yearbooks yield a thousand different stories, and he built on those relationships to the maximum. He always took the time for personal attention, becoming for many boys the second father they needed in those uncomfortable adolescent years. It was not unusual to find Gordon Wood dipping into his own pocket to help with a doctor bill.

One example of Wood's personal touch was Gray He came to Texas as a refugee from an Oklahoma City street gang. He'd gotten into trouble and moved south to live with an uncle. Gray chuckles now about the size of Wood's Stamford teams: “They wouldn't even have let some of those kids come out for football in the city.”

Once Wood warned Gray about picking on a quieter member of the team, predicting he’d be unable to handle the explosion that was bound to occur. Wood’s
home was the first place Gray stopped to display the black eye that boy had finally presented to him. And years later it was Gordon Wood who got a late night phone call from Gray as he wrestled with a career decision. It wasn’t too late for Wood to listen and advise Gray against accepting a high school coach’s position.

“I remember him being absolutely furious about some other coach,” Gray recalls of another incident which demonstrates Wood's outlook toward helping rather than just winning. “A kid at another school had gotten hurt and Gordon asked the coach how the kid was recovering. The other coach told him the kid wasn't doing too well. He said the kid wouldn't work out, that he wouldn’t follow the exercises given to him.

“Gordon said that was the coach's job. He said he would have taken that kid out to the field by himself and gotten him started. A coach has to show the kid he's interested in him first and then see if the kid will respond. And that’s how he’s treated every kid that’s ever come his way.”

“We try to tell all of our kids that they are better than they think they are,” says Wood. “Maybe not as good as they tell their girlfriends, but better than they really think they are. But none will ever make it up to their potential. And the potential is always there.”

With his Stamford teams to bolster his reputation, Wood decided to move up a notch in 1958, accepting the highest level head coaching job he's ever held at division Four-A Victoria. His two-year experience there paved the way for the triumphs to come at Brownwood. For starters, he recruited as his assistant
Morris Southall, at that time the head coach for Winters. Today Southall is still his assistant, having moved with Wood to Brownwood in I960. They've always lived next door to each other, and Wood is quick to give Southall lots of credit. Indeed, Southall could have moved on to head coaching jobs of his own, but his desire to remain 25 years as Wood’s top aide stands as a comment itself on the attractions of coaching high school football in Texas. In Brownwood he feels he's been a part of the most successful program in America, and the record presents a good argument for that opinion. Southall is the only assistant coach in Texas who has served as head coach of the state's all-star team. Wood's other assistant, Kenneth West, has been with Wood’s program for 20 years—another testament to its magnetism.

But the crucial lesson Wood learned in Victoria concerned his personal goals. He went there as the highest paid high school coach in the state in 1958. Victoria was the big time for high school coaches, perhaps a step to collegiate ranks. When Wood reviewed the stands for a district championship game in 1959, however, he made a decision. Victoria had sold only 200 adult tickets. Something was missing, even if he was coaching in the big league. Just before the opening kickoff, Wood whispered to Southall: “I’m getting out of here.”

At his next stop he accepted the stiffest challenge of his career with a cut in pay worth $2,500 per year. “The retiring coach here told me, ‘Nobody can win at Brownwood.’ I knew Brownwood was not a winner,” Wood recalls. “But no job is ever as good as it looks, or as bad. It’s just what you make of it.”

When he moved to Brownwood in February I960, Wood stopped in a barber shop for a haircut. In there he quickly learned the attitude of the town. Recognized as the “new coach,” Wood immediately drew comments from another customer who said he was already betting on Breckenridge—beaten only once by Brownwood in 30 years and scheduled for the seventh game that season. Wood listened a while, got his haircut, paid his tab and went to the door.

Before he left, Wood offered a taste of his attitude: “If every SOB in this town is as sorry a sports fan as you, you don't ever deserve to beat Breckenridge. When I walk out this door, you can bet your life I’ll never take another step back in here as long as I live.”

Fortunately Brownwood had another barber shop because Gordon
Wood has had many more haircuts in the years since then. His team that year “just got it in their heads they could score on anybody” and by the time the Breckenridge game came around, the first fan in line to buy tickets purchased 373.

Maroon-and-white state championship footballs now line Wood’s bookshelves at home like scalps on an Indian brave's teepee: I960, 1965, 1967, 1969, 1970, 1978 and 1981. It’s a tradition that’s inspired the whole community.

Wood doesn’t cut players who come out for the team. He usually has 90 or more wearing uniforms and boasting about being a Brownwood Lion. “Oh,” he admits, “we may try to discourage some of them a bit, but if a kid had any ability at all and really wanted to play, I couldn't cut him. You have to decide if they are there because they want to be or just to look good. We emphasize winning here. It’s tremendous pressure now, and I don't apologize for it . You’re competing with everyone in life.”

Besides the exercises, weight training and agility drills. Wood and Southall have devised some other routines of note. One is a listening drill in which assistant coaches scout the assembled team to detect wandering eyes or lack of interest. A Brownwood Lion can attract a more serious tirade for daydreaming in a skull session than for missing a tackle.

By the time they're 69, most coaches have retired to the spectator ranks. In 1983, Wood appears to be the very picture of health and enthusiasm. He won't say anything about plans to retire. On the start of his 23rd campaign for Brownwood, his thoughts this year focus on the team. With only two starters returning from last year’s squad, the experts weren't giving the Lions any vote of confidence. With Wood cracking the whip, however, they're always a threat to go all the way.

As for Wood's analysis, well, he seems to look at all his teams about the same before each season starts: “I may just find me a bunch of little nuggets in there somewhere. Who knows?”

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