1958 was the year of ‘The Greatest Game’, the championship match between the Giants and Colts. Those Giants had Lombardi as offensive coordinator, and Landry as defensive coordinator, a super group from the pinnacle of the pantheon. If only the G-men called New Jersey home then, as they do now, the synchronicity would be more cohesive. But at the time, they played at Yankee Stadium, the original constructed by Edison Concrete, which closed this year.
Warren Wolf is a remnant of a dying breed. He offered a permanence in service as a vanguard to a community, a rock against transient currents that muddy the soul. He’s a modern analogue the Christian gentleman-generals Lee and Jackson, who shined with nobility in folding themselves into their communities. Coach Wolf has tied his town through Mr. Lincoln’s ‘mystic chords of memory’ to memories of what’s good and honorable and perhaps uniquely American. Few men in few fields do so as the scholastic football coach does. They often carry stoically and alone the responsibilities that go hand-in-glove with rights. Thanks for cherishing and recognizing this.
