Following retirement in 2004, my dad, Marv Sherrill, has now been inducted into the South Dakota Sports Hall of Fame. The article appears in the Sioux Falls Argus Leader, "Sports - South Dakota Sports Hall of Fame biographies."
While Dad has never been one to shy from the spotlight, I did not learn until reading the above article that he was the most successful high school wrestling coach in the state (career 504-151-13 in dual meets), that his 'naked men wrestling' trophy was from coaching the first ever international wrestling exchange with Mexico, and that he never had a losing season in 35 years as a freshman football coach (even coaching the dunces I played ball with that didn't win a game in 7th or 8th grade).
What I know best is the dad who took his little boy with him across the state on bus trips, into restricted areas for coaches and referees at tournaments, across the county, state, or country for kids' local, state, and national wrestling tournaments, and into the basement to work out on the small square of discarded wrestling mat. I appreciate all the encouragement, pushing, practice, and rules that came with growing up a coach's son. I'm a better man today for all of it. I wish we could still travel in the front two seats of the Greyhound bus, reading our paperback books by the dim overhead light, crossing the expanse of prairie on the return trip from a successful state tournament.
See an image in Part II of this topic.