My 13-year old son, Niall. Here is a nice album of photos (thanks to Lisa Roah Photography) from yesterday’s league championship game. He pitched well (allowed one run) and hit a towering dinger–in a nail-biting 4-3 loss against the Dodgers.
Here is the highlight reel of my son’s 2012 season as a player on the PVHS Football Team. I think it is the best highlight reel I have ever seen–sure, I’m biased but take a look for yourself. Somehow, a little magic circle appears to indicate where Anthony is on the field–wearing #2
I find so much joy these days when I go out and watch my kids play sports–all three of them are involved in an array of sports—baseball, soccer, softball, rugby, football, basketball.
Here is a photo taken last week of my oldest son, Anthony Jr., who is a running back on the PVHS Varsity football team. They played against Compton-Rancho Dominquez High. Every time Anthony Jr. carried the ball he gained 20-30-40 yards!
Anthony is #2 and is carrying the football. Watch out this week when PVHS plays Leuzinger High in our first intra-league game this year.
I was lucky as a young person at Malaga Cove intermediate school.
I was lucky because I had GURO Dan Inasanto was my PE teacher in grades 6, 7, and 8.
Guro Dan Insosanto’s website is: http://www.inosanto.com
As our teacher and role model, he was authentic and awe-inspiring. I believe this could be said about all of us, even those who detested PE in all its forms. This was in the late 1960s, during the high water years of the Vietnam war. Long hair and rock&roll etc It was a convergence of opposites–Dan was an ex-Marine (?) during the Korean War. At Malaga Cove school in the 1960s, GURO Dan was coming face to face with the patty-cakes and smart-alicks from PVE. Thankfully, that cosmic oddity happened.
Having Mr, I as my PE teacher was an excellent experience that I recall fondly, although not without memories of pain. It became a ritual test of defiance again da’Man for few wisecrackers in each class to give Mr. I some lippy nonsense so that you could get chased and popped, or just popped without the chase, stung badly by his bamboo baton. He was incredibly strong and quick, and the stick was a cluster of long bamboo strips tied together by twine and encased within a canvas cover. It hurt but the message was clear, “you little punk, you just came up against the force of righteousness and your butt now hurts.” His use of the baton was presumably legal. He used it liberally, but only when necessary, for disciplinary reconciliation…those were the days when it was OK to whack an unruly student in the butt, legs, arms, or backside and not get sued.
The boys at Malaga Cove in PE saw him as a mythological larger than life super-being–after all, he was in movies as a stuntman, he was a martial arts trailblazer on the Green Hornet TV series, he was a Kali champion and legend even in those days, and he had a good sense of humor–although we knew he was leading us to higher levels. All of that meant he was a great teacher for us in those years.
Dan Inosanto (L) with Bruce Lee (R)
This is a poem composed by Inosanto-san that I found on his website.
We are all climbing different paths through the mountain of life,and we have all experienced much hardship and strife.
There are many paths through the mountain of life, and some climbs can be felt like the point of a knife.
Some paths are short and others are long, who can say which path is right or wrong?
The beauty of truth is that each path has its own song,
and if you listen closely you will find where you belong.
So climb your own path true and strong,
but respect all other truths for your way for them could be wrong.
– Dan Inosanto