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COVER STORY<br />
lesson consisted of an interminable hour<br />
of tedious sermonizing on the subject of<br />
Jewish history. It seemed to me like the<br />
most boring subject on the planet.<br />
My parents dutifully escorted me to<br />
Hebrew school every Sunday and Tuesday<br />
and deposited me on the doorstep. With<br />
my hand on the doorknob I would turn<br />
and wave sweetly to them. As soon as<br />
they disappeared from sight, I made my<br />
own disappearance. I would cross over to<br />
the other side of the road and spend the<br />
time throwing pebbles into the lake and<br />
marveling at the ripples they made.<br />
On Rosh Hashanah, we attended the<br />
Conservative synagogue -- on the first<br />
day, that is. Until quite recently, I had<br />
no idea that Rosh Hashanah is actually<br />
two days. We sat there for several dreary<br />
hours. I had no idea what was going on.<br />
The program was very uninspiring and<br />
did not interest me in the least. Ditto<br />
for Yom Kippur. We went to synagogue<br />
because that’s what everyone did. We<br />
usually broke our fast at around four or<br />
five o’clock in the afternoon.<br />
On Pesach, we’d get together as a<br />
family. Somebody would read out of the<br />
Haggadah. We would laugh, goof around<br />
and have a piece of matzah. We hated<br />
every minute of it because the food wasn’t<br />
very good. There was one family member,<br />
a distant uncle, who was observant.<br />
My mom would light candles<br />
occasionally on Friday nights. There were<br />
eight presents for Chanukah, and she<br />
would make latkes and tell us, “You have<br />
to marry a Jewish girl.” And she would<br />
repeat it again and again, “You’ve got to<br />
marry Jewish.”<br />
But, aside from that, my parents rarely,<br />
if ever, spoke to us about our Judaism. It<br />
was a beaten-down religion because of<br />
the Holocaust and other factors.<br />
Judaism was never presented to me<br />
as something worthy and pleasant – as<br />
something to enjoy and take pride in.<br />
But my parents did make sure I<br />
attended football practice, encouraging<br />
me to grow up into something they could<br />
take pride in, and that “something” had<br />
nothing to do with religion and everything<br />
to do with sports.<br />
Unfortunately, like the typical<br />
American Jewish family, my bar mitzvah<br />
was more of an exit from Judaism than<br />
the acceptance of Jewish religious<br />
responsibility. My next visit to a synagogue<br />
would most likely be on the occasion of<br />
Despite all the leisure activities he had time to<br />
pursue on a daily basis, a lingering emptiness<br />
began gnawing at him.<br />
someone else’s bar mitzvah. It was not at<br />
all unusual for me to hear someone say,<br />
“You know, this is the first time in 18 years<br />
that I’ve been to synagogue. I haven’t been<br />
here since my bar mitzvah.”<br />
Simply put, the Jewish education I<br />
received growing up was unfortunately<br />
minuscule.<br />
The Little Football Player<br />
After his bar mitzvah, <strong>Alan</strong>’s parents<br />
stopped bothering him about religion and<br />
<strong>Alan</strong> found himself with plenty of free time;<br />
too much of it, in fact – and he was getting<br />
himself into some trouble.<br />
When <strong>Alan</strong> turned 14, his parents began<br />
encouraging him to take more of an interest<br />
in sports in the hope that it would keep him<br />
out of trouble. That is when <strong>Alan</strong> decided that<br />
he was going to become a football player. He<br />
was six-foot-five, but at a slight 180 pounds.<br />
His frame was far from the heavyweight<br />
physique expected of one who excels at<br />
such a sport. So, with the help of a relentless<br />
coach and a heavy dose of determination, he<br />
worked out until he had developed enough<br />
muscle for an average high school football<br />
player.<br />
However, the world of professional<br />
football was not going to accept him with<br />
open arms. At his high school graduation,<br />
he still weighed no more than 195 pounds<br />
-- still too slight of a frame for a college<br />
football player. Offensive linemen these days<br />
are typically 280 pounds or more, many<br />
weighing in at well over 300!<br />
Enter <strong>Alan</strong>’s mom. There are few things<br />
that can stand in the way of a determined<br />
Jewish mother. Mrs. <strong>Veingrad</strong> took <strong>Alan</strong>’s<br />
high school football resume and sent it<br />
to colleges all across the United States.<br />
Ultimately, the East Texas State University<br />
was the only one willing to accept him.<br />
“They flew me to East Texas State,”<br />
remembers Shlomo, “and they gave me a<br />
scholarship based on my ability to throw the<br />
discus a long way.”<br />
That was in 1981. From then on, it<br />
was strenuous work and little play for the<br />
budding football star. His coach chose him<br />
for the position of offensive lineman, and<br />
as such he was required to lift weights and<br />
work diligently on building and maintaining<br />
his physique. At the end of his sophomore<br />
year, <strong>Alan</strong> weighed 250 pounds and began<br />
developing into a pretty good football<br />
player. Still, not in his wildest dreams did he<br />
imagine he would ever find himself playing<br />
ball professionally.<br />
When his coach suggested that <strong>Alan</strong><br />
set his goal on professional football, <strong>Alan</strong><br />
thought he was being facetious. “What, me<br />
Professional football Never in a million<br />
years!”<br />
Once, back in high school, a friend had<br />
procured an orange staff shirt for <strong>Alan</strong>,<br />
which enabled him to go out to the football<br />
field and greet the Miami Dolphins up close.<br />
With a wry smile he recalls the euphoria he<br />
felt to have the “privilege” of being in such<br />
close proximity to his heroes and getting<br />
their autographs. He had seen their massive,<br />
well-built bodies from up close, and he knew<br />
that becoming a professional football player<br />
was out of his reach.<br />
“You have what it takes,” the coach<br />
encouraged him. “The pros are going to<br />
seek you out. You ought to start preparing<br />
yourself for the National Football League.”<br />
<strong>Alan</strong> took those words to heart and<br />
his practice sessions took on an increased<br />
intensity as this new goal – getting into the<br />
NFL -- became his obsession.<br />
He was a decent college football player,<br />
but from that to a membership in the NFL<br />
was a big leap. Team after team rejected<br />
him, and at a certain point he was ready to<br />
give up.<br />
However, in 1986, the Green Bay<br />
Packers hired him on a minimum contract.<br />
<strong>Alan</strong> began his career at the very bottom,<br />
and his position in the NFL team was<br />
far from secured. Months of intensive<br />
training followed. He was one of 10 players<br />
<strong>Alan</strong> <strong>Veingrad</strong> when he played for the Green Bay Packers.<br />
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