Morris Parents post from Facebook if I can do it correctly. I had to cut and paste.
Jackie Lorenz
I posted this on a couple of the Morris pages, because I felt it needed to be said - who knows if it will be approved- who knows if it will ever reach the intended audience.
Either way, I’m not one to post anonymously or hide behind a keyboard- I stand 10 toes down and if I take the time to share feelings, then trust, I mean it to the depths of my soul.
I’ll just leave this right here publically- it’s long- but I hope somehow it resonates, and we can continue to pack the stands with the right type of energy, to take us all the way!! Xo, J
Good morning, and what a night our community had!I’m still buzzing from the incredible victory our boys pulled off against Geneseo. The excitement, the pride, the energy in that stadium… unforgettable. But alongside all that joy, I witnessed something that I feel deeply compelled to address- something I hope reaches whoever needs to hear it, so we can show up even better in the games ahead.
Hear. Me. Out.
Yesterday’s stands were packed. The crowd was electric. The nerves, the anticipation- you could feel it in your bones. There were moments where you could have heard a pin drop, and moments where the roar was so loud your ears rang for minutes afterwards. High school football… there is truly nothing in the world like it.
Early in the game, after a rocky start, Geneseo scored. Then, moving into the second quarter, we had an interception. As a mom, my heart immediately went out to our boys- the quarterback, the receiver, the linemen. My instinct was to lift them up, to push the positive energy right back onto that field.
But then, from behind us, came the loudest heckling I’ve ever heard. And to my surprise, it wasn’t directed at the refs, the opposing team, or even a questionable call. It was aimed directly at our head coach.
In a matter of seconds, someone I assumed was with us- part of our community, our support, our pride- turned and spewed the nastiest, most rattling remarks down onto the field. Criticizing the coach, the staff, the play call, the interception- anything he could throw, he threw. The tension around us shifted. For a brief moment, the stands felt disconnected, heavy. And I even had the fleeting thought, “Oh no… what if Geneseo wins?” Looking back, I know that was the negativity pouring down from that one voice.
But, unfortunately, that wasn’t even the worst part.
After several minutes of complaints, rants, and yelling, curiosity got the best of me. I turned to see who this heckler was - praying it wasn’t someone I knew. (And thankfully, it wasn’t.)
But who I did see sitting directly in front of him absolutely shattered me.
Our head coach’s wife.
Supported by her best friend.
Our head coach’s daughter.
Supported by her best friends.
The parents of another offensive coach.
I saw the faces of our community- people who, through their strength and unity, chose to rise above. People who walked past him at halftime with poise and dignity, even though his words were a direct hit to OUR TEAM, from OUR STANDS, in OUR MOMENT OF WEAKNESS.
This team has poured endless hours into this season to get where we are right now, here in November. I see our coaches leave team dinner the night before games, hear them talk about the film they studied late into the night, watch nerves settle as they share a meal and the camaraderie of a staff that gives 100% of themselves. They sacrifice time with their families, personal plans, and sleep to show up for our boys during the most memorable years of their lives.
Last night I asked my son at home, “When things get tough, when the other team makes a big play or you guys fall behind- does the team feel that? Does it get heavy?” He looked at me like I had three heads.
“Hell no! We got this. We always bounce back. If defense doesn’t have it, offense has it. We’re tuned in to each other.”
My heart nearly exploded. What a group of young men- coached to be mentally strong, resilient, and unified.
Then I asked nervously, “Um, can you hear the crowd when people yell negative stuff?”
Another eye roll.
“Yeah. All the time. They don’t know what they’re talking about. We laugh at it. It doesn’t bother us, because what they’re yelling is wrong half the time. They’re wannabes- they could never do what we do, or what our coaches do.” Period.
How embarrassing, how silly, how inappropriate, how dare you! If this team is unshook and has unwaivering faith, especially when the going gets tough, what gives anyone the right, (from our stands, mind you) to attempt to rattle that with their unjust opinions?
So I come here to say… As we continue on this road- if you find yourself in the Maroon stands, remember this. You are surrounded by REAL fans. Fans who believe in this team with everything they’ve got.
Let this be a reminder: this is not an NFL stadium. This is not a place where your negativity disappears into a sea of 70,000 strangers. Here, you sit shoulder-to-shoulder with mothers, daughters, wives, fathers, best friends, brothers, fiancées, grandparents. We are one. We stand behind this team. Your words echo. They hit. They matter.
So respectfully: If you feel the urge to heckle… to criticize… to pour negativity onto those sidelines…
Shut your mouth.
Get your *** up.
Move yourself to the other side of the field- where people don’t know the blood, sweat, grit, and family that has been built on the fields of 1000 Union St.
Do not come for our sons, husbands, dads, grandsons, nephews, or friends.
Let’s go, Morris. Montini doesn’t know what’s coming- and we’re coming full speed.
Jackie Lorenz
I posted this on a couple of the Morris pages, because I felt it needed to be said - who knows if it will be approved- who knows if it will ever reach the intended audience.
Either way, I’m not one to post anonymously or hide behind a keyboard- I stand 10 toes down and if I take the time to share feelings, then trust, I mean it to the depths of my soul.
I’ll just leave this right here publically- it’s long- but I hope somehow it resonates, and we can continue to pack the stands with the right type of energy, to take us all the way!! Xo, J
Good morning, and what a night our community had!I’m still buzzing from the incredible victory our boys pulled off against Geneseo. The excitement, the pride, the energy in that stadium… unforgettable. But alongside all that joy, I witnessed something that I feel deeply compelled to address- something I hope reaches whoever needs to hear it, so we can show up even better in the games ahead.
Hear. Me. Out.
Yesterday’s stands were packed. The crowd was electric. The nerves, the anticipation- you could feel it in your bones. There were moments where you could have heard a pin drop, and moments where the roar was so loud your ears rang for minutes afterwards. High school football… there is truly nothing in the world like it.
Early in the game, after a rocky start, Geneseo scored. Then, moving into the second quarter, we had an interception. As a mom, my heart immediately went out to our boys- the quarterback, the receiver, the linemen. My instinct was to lift them up, to push the positive energy right back onto that field.
But then, from behind us, came the loudest heckling I’ve ever heard. And to my surprise, it wasn’t directed at the refs, the opposing team, or even a questionable call. It was aimed directly at our head coach.
In a matter of seconds, someone I assumed was with us- part of our community, our support, our pride- turned and spewed the nastiest, most rattling remarks down onto the field. Criticizing the coach, the staff, the play call, the interception- anything he could throw, he threw. The tension around us shifted. For a brief moment, the stands felt disconnected, heavy. And I even had the fleeting thought, “Oh no… what if Geneseo wins?” Looking back, I know that was the negativity pouring down from that one voice.
But, unfortunately, that wasn’t even the worst part.
After several minutes of complaints, rants, and yelling, curiosity got the best of me. I turned to see who this heckler was - praying it wasn’t someone I knew. (And thankfully, it wasn’t.)
But who I did see sitting directly in front of him absolutely shattered me.
Our head coach’s wife.
Supported by her best friend.
Our head coach’s daughter.
Supported by her best friends.
The parents of another offensive coach.
I saw the faces of our community- people who, through their strength and unity, chose to rise above. People who walked past him at halftime with poise and dignity, even though his words were a direct hit to OUR TEAM, from OUR STANDS, in OUR MOMENT OF WEAKNESS.
This team has poured endless hours into this season to get where we are right now, here in November. I see our coaches leave team dinner the night before games, hear them talk about the film they studied late into the night, watch nerves settle as they share a meal and the camaraderie of a staff that gives 100% of themselves. They sacrifice time with their families, personal plans, and sleep to show up for our boys during the most memorable years of their lives.
Last night I asked my son at home, “When things get tough, when the other team makes a big play or you guys fall behind- does the team feel that? Does it get heavy?” He looked at me like I had three heads.
“Hell no! We got this. We always bounce back. If defense doesn’t have it, offense has it. We’re tuned in to each other.”
My heart nearly exploded. What a group of young men- coached to be mentally strong, resilient, and unified.
Then I asked nervously, “Um, can you hear the crowd when people yell negative stuff?”
Another eye roll.
“Yeah. All the time. They don’t know what they’re talking about. We laugh at it. It doesn’t bother us, because what they’re yelling is wrong half the time. They’re wannabes- they could never do what we do, or what our coaches do.” Period.
How embarrassing, how silly, how inappropriate, how dare you! If this team is unshook and has unwaivering faith, especially when the going gets tough, what gives anyone the right, (from our stands, mind you) to attempt to rattle that with their unjust opinions?
So I come here to say… As we continue on this road- if you find yourself in the Maroon stands, remember this. You are surrounded by REAL fans. Fans who believe in this team with everything they’ve got.
Let this be a reminder: this is not an NFL stadium. This is not a place where your negativity disappears into a sea of 70,000 strangers. Here, you sit shoulder-to-shoulder with mothers, daughters, wives, fathers, best friends, brothers, fiancées, grandparents. We are one. We stand behind this team. Your words echo. They hit. They matter.
So respectfully: If you feel the urge to heckle… to criticize… to pour negativity onto those sidelines…
Shut your mouth.
Get your *** up.
Move yourself to the other side of the field- where people don’t know the blood, sweat, grit, and family that has been built on the fields of 1000 Union St.
Do not come for our sons, husbands, dads, grandsons, nephews, or friends.
Let’s go, Morris. Montini doesn’t know what’s coming- and we’re coming full speed.