To all of the Sweeney family,
I cannot tell you how lucky I am to have been able to play for your Dad. I was a 6'1" 205 lb tight end. I was not recruited by anyone. The only thing I knew about Fresno State was it was where my sister went to school and it was where my first swim meet was when I was 7 years old. I remember lying in my living room one Saturday afternoon and for some reason I was listening to the Bulldogs play Long Beach at Radcliffe. I thought it was strange because I was going to be playing FCC that very night also at Radcliffe. Fate is a funny thing and I happened to have one of my best games that night and your Dad stuck around to see it. I am the twelfth kid of fourteen so your dad and I hit it off right from the start. From the moment I met him, I knew I wanted to play for him. I was not looking for a scholarship, I just wanted to play, of course, I did not tell him that. He told me I could earn a scholarship in the fall. I worked harder than ever and he fulfilled his promise. I often wonder what my life would be like had I not been playing right after the Bulldogs that Saturday night.
Your dad always treated me with respect and pushed me to my potential on the field and in life. I was just one of many players given a rare opportunity by your dad. We all just wanted to keep playing and he allowed us to do that. He put together winning teams at every school he coached because he could always bring out the best in his players.
The most fun I ever had was in Arizona in 1981. All week he would tell us that there would be 65,000 fans there wanting to see us lose. All week long he would yell "Sixty-five thousand!" The team would respond "Disappointed fans!" There wasn't quite 65,000 fans there that night but that rally cry inspired us to a VICTORY. Your dad is on to a better place but he will continue to inspire all he has touched.
God Bless You All.