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This web site is dedicated to the Varsity Athletes from 1980 to 1994 that I was so blessed to have been associated with.  Also, I was very privileged to be associated with several fine assistant coaches, along with many others who directly contributed to the program’s success. 

After three years of mentoring the Junior Varsity program I was fortunate to be selected to follow Sherry Sundin at the Varsity level.  Below are some of the accomplishments the fifteen Varsity Teams I had the unbelievable opportunity to coach.

 

Michael D Munro, Varsity Coach (retired)

Manistee High School Chippewas 1980-1994

mikemunro@mikemunro.net

Please share this website with past players or anyone your might think will find it interesting.  Thank You.


Year Overall Regular
 Season 
 NCC Place  Home Away Neutral Non
 NCC
 MHSAA
1994  23-3*  18-2* 12-0*  1st*  10-0  13-3   4-1  6-2     5-1
1993  24-2  19-1 12-0  1st  13-0  11-2   2-1  7-1     5-1
1992  20-3  17-2 11-0  1st  10-1  10-2   2-1  6-2     3-1
1991  18-3  18-2 12-0  1st   8-1  10-2   0-1  6-2     0-1
1990  20-3  18-2   10-0  1st  10-1  10-2   1-1  8-2     2-1
1989  14-8  13-7 10-4  3rd   8-4   6-4   0-0  3-3     1-1
1988  17-6  15-5 10-2  2nd   8-2   9-4   2-1  5-3     2-1
1987  17-7  14-6 12-2  1st   7-3  10-4   3-1  2-4     3-1
1986  15-5  14-5 13-1  1st   8-1   7-4   0-0  2-3     0-1
1985  10-11  10-10    9-5  3rd   6-4    4-7   0-1  1-5     0-1
1984  21-6    15-5 13-1  1st  10-3  11-3   3-1  2-4     6-1
1983  25-1  20-0 14-0  1st  10-0  15-1   5-1  6-0     5-1
1982  26-1  19-1 14-0  1st  10-0  16-1   7-0  5-1     7-0
1981  24-3  18-2  9-1  1st  12-2  12-1   3-1  9-1     6-1
1980  21-3  17-2  9-1  1st   9-1  12-2   3-1  8-1     4-1
totals295-65 246-51170-17139-23156-42 35-1276-34   49-14
 Pct. 81.9% 82.8% 90.9% 85.8% 78.8% 74.5%69.1%   77.8%
Year Overall Regular
 Season 
 NCC Place Home Away Neutral Non
 NCC
 MHSAA

State Champion  1982 *** 26-1

MHSAA Final-Four  4 Times  1981, 1982, 1983, 1984

MHSAA Regional Champions  7 Regional Titles  1980, 1981, 1982, 1983, 1984, 1993, 1994

MHSAA District Champions 10 District Titles 1980, 1981, 1982, 1983, 1984, 1987, 1990, 1992, 1993, 1994*

North Central Conference Champions *** 12 Conference Titles
1980 (9-1), 1981 (9-1), 1982 (14-0),  1983 (14-0),  1984 (13-1),  1986 (13-1), 1987 (12-2), 1990 (10-0), 1991 (12-0), 1992 (11-0),   1993 (12-0) and 1994 (12-0*)

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A simple friend has never seen you cry. A real friend has shoulders soggy from your tears. 

A simple friend doesn't know your parents' first names. A real friend has their phone numbers in his address book. 

A simple friend brings a bottle of wine to your party. Real friend comes early to help you cook and stays late to help you
clean. 

A simple friend hates it when you call after he has gone to bed. A real friend asks you why you took so long to call. 

A simple friend seeks to talk with you about your problems. A real friend seeks to help you with your problems. 

A simple friend wonders about your romantic history. A real friend could blackmail you with it. 

A simple friend, when visiting, acts like a guest. A real friend opens your refrigerator and helps himself. 

A simple friend thinks the friendship is over when you HAVE an argument. A real friend calls you after you had a fight. 

A simple friend expects you to always be there for them. A real friend expects to always be there for you! 

A simple friend reads this e-mail and deletes it. A real friend passes it on and sends it back to you! 

Pass this on to anyone you care about...if you get it back you have no beginning, no end. It keeps us together, like our Circle of Friends. 
 
Today I pass the friendship ball to you. Pass it on to someone who is a friend to you... 
 
INSTANTLY WHEN YOU READ THIS MESSAGE, YOU'RE REQUESTED 
TO SEND IT TO AT LEAST 10 PEOPLE.

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A great note for all to read it will take just 37 seconds to read this and change your thinking.

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation.

Every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.

The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.

The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.

As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.

One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by.

Although the other man couldn't hear the band - he could see it. In his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.

Days and weeks passed.

One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.

As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.

Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside.

He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed.

It faced a blank wall. The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.

The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.

She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you."

Epilogue:

There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations.

Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled.

If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can't buy.

"Today is a gift, that's why it is called the present."

The origin of this letter is unknown, but it brings good luck to everyone who passes it on.

Do not keep this message to yourself, copy and forward it to your friends to whom you wish good luck.

You will see that something good will happen to you....

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Lisa Beamer on Good Morning America - If you remember, she's the wife of Todd Beamer who said "Let's Roll!" and helped take down the plane that was heading for Washington, D.C.

She said it's the little things that she misses most about Todd, such as hearing the garage door open as he came home, and her children running to meet him. She's now the Mom of a beautiful little girl, Mary.

Lisa recalled this story:

I had a very special teacher in high school many years ago whose husband died suddenly of a heart attack. About a week after his death, she shared some of her insight with a classroom of students. As the late afternoon sunlight came streaming in through the classroom windows and the class was nearly over, she moved a few things aside on the edge of her desk and sat down there.

With a gentle look of reflection on her face, she paused and said, "Class is over. I would like to share with all of you, a thought that is unrelated to class, but which I feel is very important.

"Each of us is put here on earth to learn, share, love, appreciate and give of ourselves. None of us knows when this fantastic experience will end. It can be taken away at any moment. Perhaps this is the Powers way of telling us that we must make the most out of every single day."

Her eyes beginning to water, she went on, "So I would like you all to make me a promise. From now on, on your way to school, or on your way home, find something beautiful to notice. It doesn't have to be something you see, it could be a scent, perhaps of freshly baked bread wafting out of someone's house, or it could be the sound of the breeze slightly rustling the leaves in the trees, or the way the morning light catches one autumn leaf as it falls gently to the ground.

"Please look for these things, and cherish them. For, although it may sound trite to some, these things are the 'stuff' of life. The little things we are put here on earth to enjoy. The things we often take for granted. We must make it important to notice them, for at anytime it can all be taken away."

The class was completely quiet. We all picked up our books and filed out of the room silently. That afternoon, I noticed more things on my way home from school than I had that whole semester.

Every once in a while, I think of that teacher and remember what an impression she made on all of us, and I try to appreciate all of those things that sometimes we all overlook.

Take notice of something special you see on your lunch hour today. Go barefoot, or walk on the beach at sunset. Stop off on the way home tonight to get a double dip ice cream cone. For as we get older, it is not the things we did that we often regret, but the things we didn't do.

If you like this, please pass it on to a friend.

If not just delete it and go on with your life!
Remember, life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.

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Feel free to email me at  mikemunro@mikemunro.net

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