Regarding “Bill Minahan, iconic former Jesuit coach, leaves inspirational legacy” (Metro, Dec. 30): I played for him for three years and often felt that I was in a Marine boot camp. Besides being a mastermind coach and motivator, Minahan was very practical and quick-witted.
One hot summer day in the early ’70s when the team was doing two-a-day workouts, which we affectionately called the “Jesuit Tiger Football’s Bataan Death March,” my twin brother and I were attending a family reunion in Washington state. My grandfather had a funeral home, and we sent a letter to coach Minahan on “Kimball Funeral Home” letterhead saying that our vacation would cause us to miss some of the dreaded summer training practices. He posted our letter on the team bulletin board, with a note stating that if we didn’t return soon we were “going to need my grandfather’s funeral home.”
Most recently, it was always uplifting seeing coach at a daily Mass after he had completed his kidney dialysis visit. Minahan told it like it was, and was always fair and truthful. Coach, I look forward seeing you coach again in heaven. Our good Lord will probably have you coaching the first team. Rest in peace.