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the death of my father, I really hadnât had a person I could talk to like I could with him. We dated for a year and a half. Our long-distance relationship came to an end in the late summer prior to my senior year.
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THE FINAL TWO YEARS OF HIGH SCHOOL
My junior year of high school was a dichotomy. I was in love with Dixie but also committed to playing football at a high level. My problem was that I wasnât accomplishing the latter. Dad had told me not to get serious about girls in high school: âGirls and athletics donât mix.â With Dad gone, my mother drinking, and Mike in the military, I was looking for affection. I yearned for someone. Dixie filled that void.
MIKE DIBIASE:
I couldnât believe that Ted was losing his focus. I was concerned about him blowing everything he had worked so hard for because of this girl. He would spend every available moment talking to, thinking about, and visiting with her. When he got his license, he took Grandmaâs car and drove almost every weekend to see Dixie some 150 miles away. What was even more unreal was that back in 1970, Ted was running up a phone bill in the neighborhood of three to four hundred dollars a month! I jumped all over Ted and tried to get him to stay focused. I even went as far as asking him what he would do if Dixie got pregnant. Ted basically said he had everything under control.
Ted also met my former army friend Robert âAbeâ Lincoln. Abe befriended Ted and they took a liking to each other. Abe told Ted the same things I had stressed, but I guess since Abe wasnât his brother and his approach was slightly gentler, Ted opened up. Abe genuinely cared for Ted and got him to release lots of emotion. In the end, Abe told him to stay focused on football. It was time for him to get his mind off Dixie and back on football. Ted eventually broke up with Dixie prior to his senior year.
With Dixie on my mind and in my heart, my junior football season was mediocre. As a team, we did much better than the year before. We went 7â3. It was a relief to have a winning season. I played decent enough to have some standout games. I even received All-Conference honors. But it wasnât the level of football that I should have been playing at.
At Creighton Prep, we were a football powerhouse and one of the best schools in the state of Nebraska. It was a school steeped in tradition, and only the crème de la crème were recruited to attend. Every playerâs goal was to earn a scholarship at a major NCAA Division I school. At Willcox High, all the players wanted to do was to get a letter.
During my junior year, my grandfather died. He passed away aroundThanksgiving. I loved him dearly; he never complained a day in his life about anything. But one day he said to me, âTeddy, I think I need to go see a doctor. I had a rough night.â He was too old to drive, so I immediately drove him to the family physician. I waited anxiously while Grandpa was being examined. After about an hour, the doctor told me, âTed, your grandpa has suffered a minor heart attack. He is still alive, but frankly, there is really nothing we can do for him right now. Take him home and watch him closely. If he has another bad night, bring him back in the morning.â
Grandpa had another restless night. He called me into the room and said, âTeddy, I think you need to take me to the hospital.â I freaked out. Grandpa got up, dressed on his own, and walked to the car.
He must have stayed in the hospital for about two weeks. Grandma stayed there with him. Every day after school I would visit him. I vividly remember seeing his feetâthey were cold and purple. I asked the doctor what was wrong, and he told me that his blood wasnât properly circulating. Basically, he was wearing out. He was dying.
To make him more comfortable, I would rub his head and encourage him as much as possible. I would bring his electric razor to the room and
7
THE FINAL TWO YEARS OF HIGH SCHOOL
My junior year of high school was a dichotomy. I was in love with Dixie but also committed to playing football at a high level. My problem was that I wasnât accomplishing the latter. Dad had told me not to get serious about girls in high school: âGirls and athletics donât mix.â With Dad gone, my mother drinking, and Mike in the military, I was looking for affection. I yearned for someone. Dixie filled that void.
MIKE DIBIASE:
I couldnât believe that Ted was losing his focus. I was concerned about him blowing everything he had worked so hard for because of this girl. He would spend every available moment talking to, thinking about, and visiting with her. When he got his license, he took Grandmaâs car and drove almost every weekend to see Dixie some 150 miles away. What was even more unreal was that back in 1970, Ted was running up a phone bill in the neighborhood of three to four hundred dollars a month! I jumped all over Ted and tried to get him to stay focused. I even went as far as asking him what he would do if Dixie got pregnant. Ted basically said he had everything under control.
Ted also met my former army friend Robert âAbeâ Lincoln. Abe befriended Ted and they took a liking to each other. Abe told Ted the same things I had stressed, but I guess since Abe wasnât his brother and his approach was slightly gentler, Ted opened up. Abe genuinely cared for Ted and got him to release lots of emotion. In the end, Abe told him to stay focused on football. It was time for him to get his mind off Dixie and back on football. Ted eventually broke up with Dixie prior to his senior year.
With Dixie on my mind and in my heart, my junior football season was mediocre. As a team, we did much better than the year before. We went 7â3. It was a relief to have a winning season. I played decent enough to have some standout games. I even received All-Conference honors. But it wasnât the level of football that I should have been playing at.
At Creighton Prep, we were a football powerhouse and one of the best schools in the state of Nebraska. It was a school steeped in tradition, and only the crème de la crème were recruited to attend. Every playerâs goal was to earn a scholarship at a major NCAA Division I school. At Willcox High, all the players wanted to do was to get a letter.
During my junior year, my grandfather died. He passed away aroundThanksgiving. I loved him dearly; he never complained a day in his life about anything. But one day he said to me, âTeddy, I think I need to go see a doctor. I had a rough night.â He was too old to drive, so I immediately drove him to the family physician. I waited anxiously while Grandpa was being examined. After about an hour, the doctor told me, âTed, your grandpa has suffered a minor heart attack. He is still alive, but frankly, there is really nothing we can do for him right now. Take him home and watch him closely. If he has another bad night, bring him back in the morning.â
Grandpa had another restless night. He called me into the room and said, âTeddy, I think you need to take me to the hospital.â I freaked out. Grandpa got up, dressed on his own, and walked to the car.
He must have stayed in the hospital for about two weeks. Grandma stayed there with him. Every day after school I would visit him. I vividly remember seeing his feetâthey were cold and purple. I asked the doctor what was wrong, and he told me that his blood wasnât properly circulating. Basically, he was wearing out. He was dying.
To make him more comfortable, I would rub his head and encourage him as much as possible. I would bring his electric razor to the room and
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