When a potentially career-ending shoulder injury left quarterback Drew Brees without a teamand facing the daunting task of having to learn to throw a football all over againcoaches around the NFL wondered, Will he ever come back? After Hurricane Katrina devastated New Orleans, leaving more than 80 percent of the city underwater, many wondered, Will the city ever come back? And with their stadium transformed into a makeshift refugee camp, forcing the Saints to play their entire 2005 season on the road, people questioned, Will the Saints ever come back? It takes a special person to turn adversity into success and despair into hopeyet that is exactly what Super Bowl MVP Drew Brees has doneand with the weight of an entire city on his shoulders. Coming Back Stronger is the ultimate comeback story, not only of one of the NFL’s top quarterbacks, but also of a city and a team that many had all but given up on. Brees’s inspiring message of hope and encouragement proves that with enough faith, determination, and heart, you can overcome any obstacle life throws your way and not only come back, but come back stronger.
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Coming Back StrongerUnleashing the Hidden Power of Adversity
By DREW BREES CHRIS FABRY
TYNDALE HOUSE PUBLISHERS, INC.Copyright © 2010 Brees Company, Inc.
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Chapter OneMARK OF A CHAMPION
WHEN I HELD UP MY SON, Baylen, after the fourth quarter of Super Bowl XLIV, with confetti streaming down all around us, it was the fulfillment of a dream. But what I've discovered along the way is that the road to success is usually a pretty bumpy one. And there are no shortcuts.
They say you need three skills to be a great quarterback: toughness, intelligence, and heart. Although I didn't officially start training to become a quarterback until I was in high school, in a way, I guess God has been preparing me for that role all my life.
I had a great childhood, but it wasn't always easy. Then again, neither is life. And neither is football. As a kid, I got teased a lot because of a distinguishing birthmark on my right cheek. My mom and dad used to tell me that was where an angel had kissed me, but the kids at school didn't quite see it that way. They used to tease me and take jabs at me in the classroom and on the playground, saying things like "What happened to your face?" or "Wipe that stuff off your face." I couldn't help but get in a few scraps over it.
When I was little, the pediatrician gave my parents the option of having it removed because there was a chance it could become cancerous, but in spite of all the harassment I took at school, I decided to keep it. Instead of seeing it as a bad thing, I chose to see it as something that made me unique and special. It set me apart from everyone else. In a way, it became my trademark.
Looking back, I guess it might have been smarter to remove it, because why take a chance on it becoming cancerous? I even had it biopsied a few years ago, and I still see the dermatologist every once in a while to make sure it's okay, but now it's just a part of who I am. I wouldn't consider cutting off my arm. Neither would I cut off my birthmark. If I had ever been forced to remove it, I would have been devastated. My good friends who have known me a long time say they don't even see it anymore. If I had it removed, they would notice, but now they don't see it at all. They just see me.
In some ways, I guess you could say it was a character builder that helped me develop an inner toughness and an ability to shake off jabs and criticism. Not a bad trait to have as a quarterback in the NFL-or in any job, for that matter.
A Lineage of Competition
If you look at pictures of me as a child, you'll see the birthmark, but you'll also almost always see me holding a football or a baseball. As far back as I can remember, football has been a part of my life.
When I was growing up, my father would throw to me in the yard, but my constant playmate was my brother, Reid. He's two and a half years younger than I am, and we played all the time in our little yard in Austin, Texas. Our "field" was a patch of grass that was about as big as a good-size living room. Trees bordered the yard, and those were our sidelines. The invisible goal lines were clearly defined in our minds, so we knew when we scored.
There's a big gap when a fifth grader plays against a second grader or when a sixth grader plays against a third grader, so to make it fair, I would get down on my knees and Reid would try to run around me. And it wasn't touch football-we were really tackling each other, and I would try anything I could to take him down. Even though I was scrambling on my knees, Reid still got beat up on quite a bit. Sometimes my dad would come out, and he'd play all-time quarterback, but most of the time it was just Reid and me.
I grew up in a very sports-minded family. My mother, Mina, was very athletic. In the late 1960s she was all-state in high school track, volleyball, and basketball. If she were playing today, she'd have gotten an athletic scholarship to just about any school in the country for any of those sports. But at that time women weren't given many of those opportunities. She decided to attend Texas A&M, which had been an all-male military school. My mother was in one of the first classes of women to attend Texas A&M. It was there that she met my dad, an athlete himself who played freshman basketball.
My mom's brother, Marty Akins, was an All-American quarterback at the University of Texas. Marty was part of the Longhorns team that beat Alabama and Bear Bryant in the 1973 Cotton Bowl.
My mom's father, Ray Akins, was a Marine and served in World War II. After the war he coached high school football for thirty-eight years, winning 302 games in his career. He was a legend in the state of Texas, and best of all, he was my grandfather. He coached at Gregory-Portland High School in Portland, Texas, just outside Corpus Christi. He used to let Reid and me attend his summer two-a-day practices. From the time I was about seven years old, right around my parents' divorce, until my grandfather stopped coaching in 1988, Reid and I would stand on the sidelines and hand out this green water to the players during breaks. It was something like Gatorade-green because of the electrolytes mixed in. I always felt like my grandpa was ahead of his time with that kind of stuff. It didn't matter what Reid and I were doing-it was a thrill just to be that close to the game and the players. I never would have guessed back then that I'd be on the other side someday.
That's my lineage. We have always been a very athletic and competitive family. Our get-togethers when I was growing up were all about sports. That's what we all loved. On Thanksgiving, Christmas, Easter, the Fourth of July, or any other time we got together, we'd eat a big meal and then end up in the yard playing something. We played basketball, football, Wiffle ball, washers, you name it. At the end of the day there was always a winner and a loser. The winner went away happy and the loser was mad, and you wouldn't talk to each other for a while. That's just the way it was, and we looked forward to those get-togethers like you wouldn't believe.
When I say we were competitive, that didn't just encompass sports. For example, there were times we'd be sitting on the porch at my grandparents' house eating plums from my grandmother's plum trees. After we ate them, we would see who could spit their pit farthest into the yard. Somebody would mark the longest spit, and we'd eat more plums just so we could have another chance to beat whoever was in first place. It was crazy, but it was so much fun. I usually won, by the way!
Anything we could find for competition, we were all over it. One of my favorites was pitching washers. Also called Texas horseshoes, this game involves two- to three-inch metal washers and PVC cups that are sunk into the ground. You pitch the washer toward the cup and get points for being closest to the cup and more points for having it actually go in. Some people play on sandpits, but my grandfather made a court out of turf. That was a big game for us as kids, and it taught me control and accuracy.
I have no doubt all those backyard games played a huge part in stoking my competitive fire. And they're also some of my best memories.
One of the most difficult things I experienced as a child was the divorce of my mom and dad. But it was that adversity that brought Reid and me so close. I was seven and Reid was about five when Mom and Dad divorced. At that age you don't quite understand how the world works. We were so young and had so many unanswered questions: Why are Mommy and Daddy not together anymore? Was it something we did? Could we have stopped it somehow? That is why when I met my wife, I knew divorce was not an option and I never wanted to put my children through that.
I remember seeing my parents sit down many times to talk, and I figured it was only a matter of time before we would be a family again. That is, until the day my dad sat Reid and me down on the couch to explain the situation. I remember it like it was yesterday. There are certain moments in your life you just don't forget. When he sat us down, I had no idea what was coming at first, although whenever he took off his glasses to talk to us, I knew it was not going to be good. The only time I have ever seen my dad take off his glasses, besides to clean them, is when he is about to get emotional. He made it clear that day that things would never be the same again. To this day, I still get teary-eyed when I think about how painful that moment was for all of us.
Reid and I spent many nights awake long after lights-out, hoping and praying that our parents would get back together. We cried ourselves to sleep a lot during that time. The split wasn't an amicable one, and there was bitterness between the two sides. In fact, Reid and I were caught in the middle from the time we were kids until my mom passed away in August 2009. When you're a kid, normal is whatever is happening at the time. Reid and I basically had two homes. I'd spend two days at my mom's house, then two days at my dad's house, and we'd switch off every other weekend.
My brother and I really leaned on each other during that time. Our escape from everything was to take a bucket and a net down to the creek that ran through our neighborhood in central Austin to catch minnows and crawdaddies. That same creek ran through a local nine-hole golf course about six blocks away from our duplex. Reid and I even started a business as kids by fishing out the orange and yellow golf balls from the creek, shining them up, and selling them to the golfers. We weren't going to get rich off that deal, but it was enough to buy us baseball cards and Big League Chew at the local convenience store. As good as those times with my brother were, when we got back home every evening after one of our adventures, we would have to face the reality of a broken family.
We were inseparable, best friends. We did have conflict, though. I know it was tough on Reid to have me as an older brother. As much as we both assumed our futures were aligned, we were destined to travel different roads. He excelled in sports, but he didn't want to do the exact same things I did. He wanted to find his own way. Since he didn't play quarterback, people would ask, "Why don't you play quarterback like Drew? Why don't you follow your brother?" He heard that a lot, and it made him mentally tough-that and all the whuppings he took from me. The truth is, I always felt like Reid was tougher than me. Of course, that was my plan all along: I was preparing him.
When Reid went to college, he partied a little too hard, got a couple of tattoos, probably because he knew our parents would not approve. He was rebellious like that. It was his way of separating, becoming his own person.
We're both supercompetitive; we work really hard at things, and when we set our minds to something, we will accomplish it. I'm so proud of him for walking on to play baseball at Baylor. His goal was to earn a scholarship and help lead his team to the College World Series, and that's what he did. The funny thing is, if you'd asked either one of us our dream when we were growing up, neither of us would have mentioned anything about football. We wanted to play in the College World Series. So watching my brother play in Omaha at Rosenblatt Stadium in 2005 ranks up there as one of the proudest moments in my life. My brother was living out a childhood dream for both of us.
In a way, my brother used the pressure people put on him to excel in different areas, like baseball and business. He now lives in Denver and works in sales.
Some things in my life have made me step back and say, "Man, how did my family end up with so many problems?" But I've found that when you start talking to people, everybody's family has something they've dealt with. Every family has issues and is a little dysfunctional. It's not whether you will have problems within your family; it's how you handle those difficulties when they come your way.
Westlake High School
In spite of the divorce, I really didn't have a bad childhood. In fact, in my mind, my life was the greatest I could have asked for. Some things weren't easy to go through, but I wouldn't trade any of it. All the negative and positive mixed together to make me who I am.
For example, when I was a freshman in high school, I changed school districts. Mom felt that of all the public schools in the area, Westlake High School in Austin had the best combination of academics and athletics. She valued high academic standards as well as a good sports program, and Westlake had both.
I remember some conflict between my mom and dad about the school decision. My dad's a real easygoing guy, kind of a go-with-the-f low type, whereas my mom was super-competitive, probably overly competitive, if there is such a thing. When she and Dad would argue, she'd refuse to back down. Whenever she'd get in that bulldog mode, my dad would have no other choice than to agree with her decision.
My mom was the reason I went to St. Andrew's Episcopal School for sixth, seventh, and eighth grade. She wanted me to get a solid education as well as have a great athletic experience. Dad would say, "Why do we have to pay for private school? The public school's just fine."
But Mom wouldn't budge.
When I moved into the Westlake district, I didn't know many people. I remember the first set of two-a-days as a freshman. This was Texas 5A football. It was Friday Night Lights. There was a sea of guys, probably 150 to 200 kids, all ready to play. The coach said, "Okay, who thinks they can be quarterback?"
I raised my hand and looked around to see forty other hands in the air. I thought, I am never going to see the field. I was the new guy. All these guys had been part of the same program at the two middle schools in the district. They'd had real game preparation and full-contact experience. I'd been playing flag football the past three years because our small Christian school didn't have enough players to field a tackle football team. The season hadn't even started yet, and already I was at a disadvantage.
There was a positive side, though: playing f lag football had kept me from getting hurt early on. Plus, I'd learned a lot of the fundamentals without wearing pads. Flag football is all about throwing, catching, and running as opposed to blocking and contact. The movement is very athletic and fluid, and it forces you to have a solid grasp of the basics.
I ended up as the fourth quarterback of six my freshman year. The first three went to the freshman A team, and the next three went to the freshman B team. In effect, I was the starter on the freshman B team. Not bad, but I felt lost in a swarm of players.
During my sophomore year, when I was in the middle of two-a-days, my mom picked me up from practice. She could tell something was up because I was unusually quiet. After she pulled into the garage, she turned off the car and we sat there for a minute.
I looked at her and used a word that normally didn't come out of my mouth. "Mom, I think I might want to quit football."
She didn't freak out. She just squinted her eyes with concern and said, "Why?"
"Because I don't feel like I'm ever going to get an opportunity to play."
Jay Rodgers was the quarterback for the varsity team, and his younger brother Johnny was the quarterback on junior varsity. This was a football family. Their middle brother was the starting center on varsity, and their dad, Randy Rodgers, was the recruiting coordinator at the University of Texas. Johnny Rodgers was destined to be the next starting quarterback for Westlake High School, and I was sure I'd get lost in the shuffle.
"You know, my real sport is baseball," I told my mom. "I want to get a baseball scholarship. I play football because I like it, but I don't want to sit on the bench. I don't feel like I'm going to get an opportunity, and maybe I'd be better off playing fall baseball and trying to get a baseball scholarship."
My mom took a deep breath. "That's a valid point. I wouldn't want to sit the bench any more than you do. So if you don't want to play, you don't have to play. But remember this: when you least expect it, that opportunity will present itself. You never know when it's going to come, but all it takes is one play."
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Table of Contents
Foreword Mark Brunell ix
Chapter 1 Mark of a Champion 1
Chapter 2 A Few Good Men 13
Chapter 3 Girl Meets Idiot Quarterback 29
Chapter 4 Charging Ahead 39
Chapter 5 Creating the Edge 59
Chapter 6 Insult and Injury 73
Chapter 7 Miami vs. New Orleans 89
Chapter 8 The Comeback 109
Chapter 9 The Aints 139
Chapter 10 Winning One for the People 153
Chapter 11 One at a Time 165
Chapter 12 Who Dat? 181
Chapter 13 To Whom Much Is Given 195
Chapter 14 Building a Championship Team 207
Chapter 15 Gains and Losses 227
Chapter 16 The Year of Finishing Strong 247
Chapter 17 The Road to the Super Bowl 275
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
It's pretty obvious that the first reviewer on this site is intentially trying to sabotage Drew Brees's book. Unlike many sports books that immediately follow championships, Coming Back Stronger is a very well written book that details Drew's life and the obstacles that he has overcome. He presents in detail the difficult relationship he had with his mother, hilarious stories about courting his wife Brittany, leading New Orleans back from Hurrican Katrina, and leading the Saints to a championship. It also closely details his faith. This book is much more than just football and is the best sports memoir I've read since Tony Dungy's Quiet Strength and it rivals it in quality.
I am a Saints fan from childhood, long before Drew Brees was born. I'm also a 3rd generation New Orleanean. The last few years has been traumatic for my family like most from LA. Last year was magical and awe inspiring! This is the 2nd book I've bought recanting the Saints story; but what I got was even better than expected: what drives the man and what he believes and his focus. Reading Drew's book about how he ended up in NO and how Sean Peyton and Mickey Loomis run the Saints speaks volumes. From the beginning I found a determination in this book that I can use with my students to inspire them to keep fighting their way to be the best they can be. But once he started the chapters on finding a way back from the massive surgery and looking for a job, you could see destiny taking over. God does have a plan. I especially admire the theme of his book: put the negative away. It sounds easy, but it isn't. Focus on what positive you can pull from what has happened and make positive choices from it. Everytime he made a bad play, he tried to shake it off and move on to thinking positive. If more people would take this type of attitude these days we would have many more success stories.
Coming Back Stronger is not your typical sports book. It's really a fantastic read and is very well written. I'll be purchasing this book as a gift for many associates and friends.
I raced out to get this book somewhat expecting a book that was just thrown together following the Super Bowl. What a wonderful surprise. This is a beautiful, richly written book. The takeaway from this book is tremendous and Drew truly serves as an inspiration.
I agree that the first poster is simply not a fan of Drew Brees, and as such probably never read the book. The book is mostly ghost written anyway (thus the "with Chris Fabry" in the byline). Unfortunately, when someone in sports writes a book, the haters come out of the woodwork like so many termites intent on destruction. It's sad, really, when you think about it. I'm happy to say I have more of a life than that. He is probably a Vikings or Colts fan, I guess. I found the book very intelligent and inspriring. I especially enjoyed the positive nature of Brees and how he sees every problem as a challenge to overcome it and succeed. He's obviously done that. A great read! I also recommend Sean Payton's new book, *Home Team*.
I've been a Drew Brees fan for years and was eager to read his memoir. It doesn't disappoint. Drew's story of overcoming difficulties and adversity is truly inspiring and should bring many who read it hope and encouragement as they face their own hardships. Kudos to Drew (and his cowriter) for so eloquently telling this story!
It's pretty clear the first reviewer has not actually read this book. As much as I like Drew Brees, I was certainly not expecting his memoir be so well done. I was pleasantly surprised! The writing is really strong and the message is even stronger. I highly recommend this book to anyone--football fan or not.
I know that articulate as Drew is that he certainly had help writing because this is an extremely well written book. It has a wonderful message but it's told in such a way that you feel that Drew's speaking directly to you over coffee. Just a really well put together book and the photos are great as well.
I have NEVER given review of a book I have purchased and I have recommended less than a handful in my entire life! This book touched me!! After a wretched Friday at work in which I felt beat down and defeated (fast paced business world) I went home in tears which is VERY unlike me! I woke up Saturday morning with one phrase going through my mind over and over...that which doesn't kill you makes you stronger! I woke up determined, but I still needed a little encouragement! I had to take my daughter to the store that afternoon and I passed by this book! I am a Louisianan and a Saints fan, but would typically not pick up a book like this! Something drew me to it however and as I opened it up I landed square on a page that said "that which does not kill you makes you stronger! I bought the book right then and literally COULD NOT put it down until I finished it moments ago! What an uplifting book! Brees' story is not unlike most! I don't feel that he has suffered any more than most of us! What sets him apart, what makes him a success, is his drive, his attitude, his fortitude, his faith! I don't feel that this book is so much about him as it is about what you can achieve with the right attitude! Thank you Drew....for a winning team, a winning attitude, and the encouragement I needed to keep pushing!
Drew Brees is such a humble guy. What an enlightening book. I recommend this book to anybody who enjoys football - not just the Saints - and also to anybody who wants to spiritually better themselves. Drew talks about a lot of things from life, family, and religion, and how they have affected his football career.
This book.is so inspiring Iiiii
I didn't know anything about Drew Brees before the Saints won the Super Bowl. And I didn't know anything more than he was a quarterback. Though the book makes reference about his faith, it was not overly preachy as some of these types of books tend to be. Rather it focuses upon the make up of this person, Drew Brees. Mr. Brees demonstrates what he is made of: a genuinely caring, dedicated man who loves his family, his team and the city of New Orleans. This book is more than a rant about how great an athlete can be but more about the character of the athlete as well as his personal setbacks and victories. The back story is interesting and shows the person of Drew Brees more than the athlete Drew Brees.
This book is written by an NFL football player. I was surprised at how well spoken and articulate Drew Breed is. This book is for both the rabid sports fan that devours the sports page each morning and breaks down each play on Monday with his friends during football season as well as the person that does not watch sports and cares very little about the Superbowl and its outcome. Drew Breed provides a spectacular true account of overcoming adversity and how he was able to do it. He manages to tell us how his christian faith is the cornerstone of all his actions without sounding a bit preachy (he's so humble and matter of fact). He gives all who read his book good advice on how to overcome our own tragedies but within his own gripping story of coming back.
This is one of the best books ever! In my opinion even if you're not that big of a sports fan you will like this book. So check it out!
This is a great book usually i would be saying this because Drew Brees is the QB of my favorite team, but for this instance i actually thought this was a really well written book
I recomand it to ALL of my friends!!!!!!
Great read, great story. Highly recommend.
This is one of if not the most inspiring books i have ever read. Drew Brees is an amazing athlete and this book shows the struggles he went through to get to where he is now. He is a great role model and this is a must read for anyone.
Drew Brees is an inspiring leader. It is amazing how an individual who has encountered so many obstacles can maintain such optimism. I enjoyed how he paralleled his personal struggles with post-Katrina New Orelans. You do not have to love football to benefit from Brees' message.
I am a true saints fan and this is a good book. Read it!
Heart warming! What a great role model for kids!!!
Drew Brees shows us how he came back to be a great quarterback in the nfl. Worth reading.
i really like this book it is cool how drew brees came back stronger