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A Little Perspective on Final Cutdown Days

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A Little Perspective on Final Cutdown Days

Most people wait for these final cutdown days with anticipation.  I know on many occasions we have favorite players we hope make the team, though they are hanging by a thread.  Most times, we’re happy with the decisions, because the players we love make the team.  Sometimes, we’re a little sad, because that young kid we saw giving his all at a practice or making a key play in the fourth quarter of a pre-season game goes.

But most of the time, the names of the cut get read and forgotten.  Names that disappear from memory once the season starts.

One name has always remained in my head.  His name was Louis Berry.

It was 1988.  If you think this past summer was hot, trust me…’88 was the one that had the records that that 2012 was trying to break.  I was bouncing around looking for some steady work during vacation, and found myself doing some of the oddest jobs I had ever done, all while sweltering in some unbelievable heat.

In July, I committed the worst crime that could be committed by a Packer fan.  I worked for the Chicago Bears.  It was two years after the Super Bowl Shuffle, and the Bears, while not winning any more Super Bowls, were still the team to beat in the NFC Central.  I was die-hard Packer fan, which was obvious because at that point those were the only fans left.  We stunk, the Bears were awesome.  It was an icky feeling.

My job was to drive what I called the “Super Bowl Shuttle”, a small luxury coach that transported the players from their training camp dorm at UW-Platteville to the practice facility.  Throngs of fans would line the sidewalks as Bear players  made their way onto my bus.  I usually said good morning if they made eye contact, but otherwise, I was told, I was part of the furniture.  Don’t talk to them unless they talk to you.

I have some great memories of those days.  Guys who are semi-legendary rode my bus every day.  Jim Harbaugh would come on the bus and tell me to turn off the junk on my cassette player and made me play country music.  Mike Tomczak would ride in the back and I could always hear his jarring voice above the others.

Mike Singletary would come on and I would feel intimidated just looking at him.  He had an aura that made you jump to attention.

One day, I was transporting the players from the dorm to a party down town, where the local merchants gave the Bears a big picnic to say thanks for bringing them all so much money.  I was told specifically that I was to transport the players only.  No one else.

So, I’m waiting to take players back to the dorm, when there is a loud voice at my window.  I turn, and it is Mike Singletary.  “Stay Here.  Don’t Move,” he says.  I obey.

He comes around to the door a couple minutes later with his wife and a couple of kids.  I open my mouth to say something.  “Take Them Back To The Dorm,” he says.  I close my mouth.  He goes off to join his posse, and I take the family back.

His wife and kids are very nice, and we have a great conversation on the way back.  I’ve been ordered not to talk to the players, so I feel free to chat with her.  She then, of course, asks me to drop her off at her car two blocks from the dorm (another big no-no), and of course, I do it for her.

Dang.  I'm a rule-breaker.  I turn the INXS on a little louder in my empty bus and smile all the way back to the parking garage.

Guys like Ditka, the Fridge, McMahon never rode the bus.  They had their little motor scooters to take, which led to a revolution is Southwest Wisconsin for years.   Seriously, gangs of teenagers riding around in Spree gangs.  It would be funny watching a bunch of Harley boys ride through town, then this little group of kids on these tiny motor scooters that sounded like an amplified electric razor.

But, to the point of my story.

I had the fortune of meeting the third string punter.  He was one of the nicest guys you’d ever meet.  As a punter, he really didn’t fit in much with the rest of the team, buddy-wise.  The punter for the Bears at the time was the most cocky, arrogant guy I’ve ever seen, and wouldn’t stoop to socializing with his competition.

So, who did he talk to?  Me.  The bus driver.

Louis Berry was the from the Deep South, and kicked for FSU.  He was an Honorable Mention All-American, and was competing for a spot on the Bears.  He was always sit up near me and talk with me the whole way.  He would show me some pictures from his college days, and talk about his family and girlfriend. He had an easy Mississippi drawl and often asked as much about me and my life as he talked about his.

I looked forward to him getting on my bus.  Sometimes, he rode the other bus, and the other driver, a girl, would talk about what a great guy he was, also.  He always had a smile and knew me by name, instead of “furniture”.

In 1988, the Bears were to play one of their preseason games in Sweden, so I was off bus duty for about 5 days while they left.  I went back to my parent’s house for a while, and watched the Bears game on television.  It was the way those shows from around the world used to look in those days…kind of blurry and fuzzy, but I enjoyed it.

In the second half, Louis came into the game for a punt.  He took the ball and kicked it…with the European feed, I couldn’t even see it, but the announcers all went “whoa!”.  It was caught and the returner was tackled quickly.

It was a 52 yard punt.  I was so happy I felt like I had kicked it myself.  I recorded it and replayed it for my friends and family.  They thought I was nuts.

A couple days later, I started driving again.  I could see Louis’s smile all the way across the grass as he approached my bus.

“Hey, man…” he said, “didja watch the game??”  I smiled and said yes.  “Man, fifty-two yards!  That shoulda opened their eyes a bit!  They can’t cut me after that!” he gushed.  He looked like a little kid at Christmas.  I smiled, and unfortunately, I believed him.

That day was Tuesday, and the players would be told at the practice facility that morning if they were cut.  About 10:00, the other driver came over and told me the bad news.  Louis had been cut.

“But he had a 52 yard punt!”  I argued with her.

“Come on,” she said, with a sad look, “You really thought they would cut Byron Wagner?”

I stopped and thought.  “Can I take him back to the dorm on my bus?”

“Nope, they took the cuts back by van.  They’re going to drive him down to the airport in Dubuque.”

I drove back, feeling angry, as if it were me that had been cut.  How could they cut such a great guy?  The starting punter was a jerk.  He deserved to be cut.

I parked the bus by the dorm after dropping some guys off, and looked through the mob at a van parked on the side.  Some people were loading bags and boom boxes in it.

Having broken several rules at the request of players, I decided to break one myself.  I got up out of the bus (a no-no) and left my bus unattended.  I really didn’t care at that point.  I pushed through the crowd and got to the van.

There, sitting in the back, was Louis Berry.  He was looking down at his hands, muttering to himself.  For a moment I watched him, as he seemed to be recounting all he woulda done, coulda done, and shoulda done.

I called out to him…”Louis!”.

He looked up.  A sad smile broke out on his face, and he called me by name.  “You take care of yourself now, y’hear?”

Me?  Take care of myself?  Dude.

I turned and walked away.  I wanted to say thanks, or I’m sorry, or tell him he’s a great guy.  But all I ever got to say was goodbye.

He never kicked in the NFL again.  I don’t know what happened to him, or where he went. His stat line will forever read, 1 punt, 52 yards (preseason).

Like so many other people that were cut, most Bear fans wouldn’t know the name of Louis Berry if you mentioned it to them.  He wore an NFL uniform with his name and number, and that’s more than most of us ever got to do.

So, when these days arrive and I read the list of names that were cut, I sometimes step outside my box and think of these players as something besides inferior talent, players whose talents were just a cut under the rest, who were shaved from the roster like a peel from an apple, never to be heard from again.

And I think of an earnest Southern boy who would have given his left leg to be on a team, if he wouldn’t have needed it to punt with.  If every NFL player had this guy’s attitude, we wouldn’t be dealing with half the problems caused by self-celebrations, drug suspensions, or bountygates.

We’d just be able to watch the game and be able to root for the person as well as the player.  It’s too bad those people don’t get to make the roster as often as those who act as if they are entitled to being there.

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packsmack25's picture

Great story, C.D. Very well done. Thanks for this.

Scott in Michigan's picture

Great story. Almost made me cry. Write more.

Scott in Michigan's picture

Oh yeah. The Bears Still Suck.

yogamon's picture

Loved it!

Mojo's picture

Makes you wonder, as fans, how many times we root for a player who's a jerk over someone decent. Maybe it evens out over time.

One thing that impresses me about ARod is that he takes notice of how others treat the "ordinary" people he may be with at the time. I think he gets it.

Sven's picture

Really good article to put this time of the season into perspective.

It is hard not to feel bad for the guys that get cut from the team. Especially when a player is brought in with almost no shot to make the team. Such as with Louis, but the same is also true for alot of wide recievers at Packers camp this year.

I bet this experience is a good, if not overly harsh, introduction to life after College. I wonder waht happens to most of them.

Bugeater's picture

Very compelling story!

Is this him? His bio seems similar...
http://www.amazon.com/Louis-Berry/e/B005TJFSN6

bryce's picture

Great story. A former co-worker of mine has a son who was signed as an undrafted free agent with the Texans. He didn't get cut yesterday, that I know of, but a lot more guys are going to go on Friday. It really puts a whole new perspective on things.

djbonney138's picture

Great story. Thanks for sharing.

rjw's picture

Well written and a nice human interest story. Would be great to have more articles on players of the past, whether they played in a season game or not. I think we all get attached to players and unfortunately we might only hear something about the stars after they leave the game. Thanks for sharing this story.

denniseckersley's picture

With all due respect, I stopped reading after "I worked for the [site decorum]"

Tommyboy's picture

Your loss.

Colleen's picture

Awwwww. How sweet.

JJ in CO's picture

Great read! Thanks.

Bearmeat's picture

Great Read. Thanks CD.

The thing I'd like to add is this:

These guys of 'inferior' talent that are about to get cut - they are still in the top .5% of skill in their fields. Worldwide.

What we so often see as 'inferior', is still world class. Just not frontline world class.

This is equivalent of a singer who makes it big enough to earn a living, but never gets rich. Or a businessman who never brings his company to S/P 500 level, but may grow it enough to support 100 workers.

Every single guy in NFL training camps is very, very, good.

tundraman's picture

Wow. I didn't expect that. I almost can see someone that plays for that team from Chicago, as a "human being". As a Packers fan, it's a little mind-blowing.

Thanks.

Jersey Al's picture

INXS - good taste...

FITZCORE 1252'S EVO's picture

Idk... You could've taken a few out is all I'm saying. Other than that, great read CD.

GBP 4 LIFE

Kyo's picture

Great, I mean REALLY GREAT story. I'd love to say Thank you for sharing from Japan.

Rymetyme's picture

Excellent story. Worth every minute. I love how it demonstrates the general douchiness of the Bears, especially in that era.

I'm sure Louis Berry is doing well in life. People of his character nearly always succeed, one way or another.

pittpackers's picture

Fantastic article! Well done, CD.

Pack Morris's picture

Very good read! Thanks for sharing it. What a great experience. And that's about the most compassion I've ever felt for someone who donned a Bear jersey.

gratif's picture

joining the chorus here, but... fantastic piece. Someone should forward this to Mr. Berry. He'd be honored.

Fish/Crane's picture

I remember that game and the punt. The Swedes I was with commented that the hang time was short and he had overkicked his coverage.
I didn't actually see thee punt though, I was too busy trying to chat up Ingrid Swenson who was one of my co-workers there at the time.

Great story! Wow!

JQ's picture

Excellent story and very well-written CD! Great job and thanks for sharing it!

Ron Glick's picture

Wasn't very hard to find Louis Berry.

http://www.amazon.com/Erstwhile-Louis-Berry/dp/1441423079

"...Crawford Mosley High School in 1983; after which he attended Florida State University where he played football for Bobby Bowden. As a four-year letterman at the position of Punter he accumulated several awards such as, Most Valuable Player - Special Teams in 1983, Associated Press All - American (Honorable Mention) 1984, 1985 and 1986, and was named the Captain of the Special Teams his Senior season (1986)..."

nickpacker's picture

Very nice story.
I enjoy it from Italy!
I am happy the guy is now a writer; I love decent men, even of roch and famous, like our A-Rod, who remain genuine people, able to smile, to speak to an "unfamous" and to have a simple life.
Thanks, write more!!!

FourEyesBrewing's picture

Great, great story. Thank you.

shirk's picture

Excellent write up.

In case you haven't seen it, Louis Berry's 52-yard punt from that exhibition game is available on YouTube, apparently posted by Louis himself: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VI37CeX-AHs

LambeauJoe's picture

Thanks for this story, CD. Excellent. Looking forward to meeting up again at TBWII.

Paul's picture

Really enjoyed reading this, well written and touching.

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