Mark Hayford


I didn’t need a dog.

I love my dog

I created this for her.

My this, my home, my bed, my yard. They are not a special this when compared.

I know her adoration, her love for me.

And it is all I could ever want

He didn’t need to make me

He loves me

He created this for me.

My this, my home, my bed, my dog.

He can see my heart, my adoration.

And it is all that could matter.

Dear God,

When I wonder for what I was made, it wasn’t because I was needed. It was because I could have life. I could matter to you.

I knew a coach who cried after every loss.

On the one hand, it’s amazing how much these things mattered to him. And I know a pastor who cries during every announcements time at church. A grown man tearing up about a marriage retreat; That’s Endearing and Amazing.

The coach who cries after every bad game. That’s a dreamer.

Do expect defeat. It’s a given when the stakes are high and the competition is working ferociously to beat you. If you’re surprised when it happens, you’re dreaming; dreamers don’t last long. -Bill Walsh

Trying to coach alone in a vacuum is a disaster.
You can have a great staff, and a great team around you AND still be in a vacuum. Alone.

When stuck in your own head every mistake is always and forever completely yours.

Leave the lone ranger routine when you find yourself ready to quit, angry, and avoiding mirrors for the fear of finding the outside is as messy as the inside.

If you always run on first down

Or take a shot after a turnover

Then you think that it is “MY” game. And you watch your opponent and what they do on the field. And say to yourself that is “THIER” game.

Your game is a reflection of who you are. What you want your team and your players to be.

Thus your game is not play calls or film reviews or practices.

It’s your character. Your game is the same everywhere.

Mark Hayford

Mark Hayford

A fuzzy life. Fuzzy computer problems. fuzzy Dog friends. fuzzy thoughts.