I thought about what you asked for concerning the many “stories” that involve Ken. I
soon realized, after thinking about it for more than the few minutes we
were on the phone, that coming up with the “right” story was going to
be more difficult than I imagined. I have been lucky
enough to know and work with Mr. Coudret through the many years . . .
after his role as South’s first football coach.
arguing with myself . . . I kept coming back to the first time I met
Coach. This was sometime during the spring of the last year at Ladoga
High School. All the boys headed for high school at the new facility
that next year were asked to assemble in the gym to meet the new
coaching staff. Keep in mind that this was a time of great anxiety,
confusion and disagreement for our little community. Our
school, as we knew it, was going away and few were happy about it.
Stories, rumors and opinions were running wild. The tension in the room
And then “he” walked into the room. He didn’t walk
to the stage . . . he didn’t address us from center court. Coach walked
right up into the bleachers and knelt down with a football in his hand.
He looked right at each one of us and held that ball up, using it as his
pointer. Needless to say, we were silent (and scared to death). Here
was this mountain of a man, standing among us, arms folded on his knee,
“pointing” that pigskin at us.