I’m sad for our fans. 5,000+ showed up on Easter Sunday, cheered loudly throughout the game and supported us in increased numbers throughout the season.
I’m sad for our owners Jim and Nancy Lindenberg. They saved the Wave last summer from extinction and actively supported and promoted the team like no other owners I’ve ever worked with.
I’m sad for our Head Coach Keith Tozer. He earned his 8th Coach of the Year honor by leading an injury and illness depleted team to the Wave’s 8th regular season title. Keith hoped to celebrate his birthday on Sunday with another championship, but his positive attitude serves as a lesson to me and the team.
I’m sad for the Wave players. They worked their butts off all year both on and off the field often without the recognition and public admiration that they richly deserve. Their good works and community service is unparalleled among teams I have worked with and equal to the success they achieved on the field this year.
I’m sad for the Wave staff. They worked long hours to create a professional atmosphere for the organization and entertaining and inspiring environment at home games that helped the team succeed.
And I’m sad for myself. Idealistically, I shouldn’t feel sad for myself. I’ve been rewarded many times over for any efforts I’ve made, but instinctively I always want more and it’s frustrating and emotionally difficult to know that it will be another year until we have a chance to win another title. I’m extremely competitive and I really don’t like to lose. It was the 12th time my team has been in a championship game. My teams only lost four times previously – three times at the hands of Tony Meola, twice on the road and twice on neutral sites, but never before at home. Seeing a team hoist the trophy in front of our own fans was painful.