College of Natural Resources & Sciences

David Kmetovic

Natural Resources, 1975

David attended HSU from 1973-1975, earning a degree in Natural Resources. Returning to Santa Cruz after graduation, he started my own small consulting firm, Kmetovic and Associates, primarily writing Environmental Impact Reports under CEQA criteria. He then moved to the Bay Area, working for larger firms, followed by a move to Portland to begin a family. His last position as a Project Manager was for Intel, managing the design and construction of a large cryogenic nitrogen system. 

His time at Humboldt was inspiring; being in the presence of dedicated professors such as Stanley Harris is something he still appreciates over 50 years later.

At Humboldt, David also grew to love basketball, playing weekends in the old gym. At 73, he says he is lucky to still be running full court. He's written an appreciation piece that is planned to appear soon.

David Kmetovic

Natural Resources, 1975

David moved to Arcata in the fall of 73, knowing virtually no one. He had been living in Santa Cruz and had just started playing some pick-up basketball, but had not developed many skills or instincts for the game. He started going to the gym at Humboldt on weekends (this was the “old” gym, which was new at the time), and her is very happy he did. Now retired at 73, after a career in the Environment field, and living in Portland, he's still playing. He's recently had some reflections on the importance of “play”, as it might relate to health and the evolutionary biology of our species.

He's attached the piece he alled “Keep on Playin’.

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Keep on Playin’

The Wednesday Night Payoff

“Nobody gets hurt, guys!” It’s the standing hope and  agreement in my Wednesday night basketball group. Two hours of fast, unpredictable, yet structured “play” among adults, some now in their seventies.

A father and son who somehow still compete without mercy. One retired guy, who stubbornly keeps trying a few old moves that aged well. Another who often  laughs when he dribbles, seeing angles the rest of us miss. We come from three different countries, different careers. For those two hours none of that matters.

Why do we do it? What makes us ensure our schedules are clear so we can immerse ourselves in this apparent mayhem?

It’s the week’s payoff, where everyday details, the news cycle, and anxieties fall away, are crushed into insignificance.

The Mismatch

Playing in a way that demands muscular and aerobic output, and which simultaneously requires a focus on rapid responses, seems to be one path toward maintaining lifelong health. 

Evolutionary biologist Daniel Lieberman has written about how the bodies of hominids evolved to allow vigorous movement, yet we now live in an environment where very little is required of us. Many modern health problems may be traced back to that mismatch.

Of course we’re all aware one should “stay in shape“, and although many of us engage in activities such as walking, running, cycling, or strength training, these activities don’t really demand the same constant adaptation. None of these actions taken alone seem very similar to what it took to survive for so much of human history.

Are there modern activities we can adopt where we reinforce the mind/body connection that stimulates and reengages these ancient traits?

My experience says we can.

Adults at Play

This is where the role of sporting activities comes in. Tennis or basketball for example, require constant adjustment of position, awareness of physical obstacles, and eye hand coordination at a very rapid pace. Situations change quickly and we respond using skills sharpened over time. Hopefully, our reaction to being challenged only stimulates us to improve.

Psychiatrist John J. Ratey has written extensively about the link between movement and brain function. Sport, with its constant decisions and adjustments often made under pressure, may be one of the most natural ways to activate and strengthen those connections. Pickleball, soccer, basketball, they all answer that call.

Now, I can’t pretend that our Wednesday night full-court hoop sessions re-create ancient life on the savanna. But I also can’t ignore how “right” it feels, the sprinting, the scanning, the constant adjustments, as if some old circuitry is being exercised, not just my legs.

No time for deliberation, actions arise from the body itself, reinforced by decades of experience. It feels like a body-mind fusion where muscle memory takes over.

Sporting games that include a tangible measure of success by keeping score and noting metrics of personal performance (points scored, aces, rebounds etc.), give us inarguable measures of effectiveness. The more negative experiences such as having a shot blocked, might also build emotional resilience, through our need to quickly “shake it off”  and get back in the game.

Belonging

Another aspect of the utility of sports is that they are social activities. We are after all tribal creatures, and for most of human history coordinated effort has been a key to our survival. In the modern world we have sports, where we accept well established rules and agreements, a valuable and non-violent substitute for earlier forms of both conflict and cooperation. Instant feedback, gaining insight on clever strategies and the near constant need to adjust on the fly in a social or one on one context, all strengthen these abilities, which mostly lay dormant in modern life. 

My own experience is that a palpable bond has formed in my group that regularly meets to share in the love of our chosen form of play.

If it feels good…

People can have a strong attraction, even an addiction to the reward neurotransmitters our brains generate, and they seem to flow freely in the active play state. We all seek ways to feed our addictions, so to those like us who have discovered a sport they love, heading off to play never feels like a chore or workout task they must complete: we are only too eager to get back on the court again, and happily run ourselves ragged. After a week mediated by screens, the game feels less like exercise and more like necessity. And doing well for the team carries its own quiet reward.

Beyond just staying “in shape”

Whatever form it takes, playing sports, as a modern echo of more primal demands, just might play a role in maintaining the health of the whole mind/body system into the later years. And those experiences in every session, good,  disappointing, or physically painful, just give new feedback, strengthened over time.

Could the satisfaction we feel and the prospect of another helping of dopamine help us heal, recover and return?

Why stop?

“Ball in!”

The ball is checked after a foul.

Shoes squeak as one of us makes a quick cut to get open in the key. But he is a step slow this time and the pass is stolen. It’s getting late, we’re getting tired.

And of course our bodies do complain. Our group has watched players drift away after a surgery, losing the battle with a chronic condition, or simply the accumulation of years. Most never return. But for now, the lucky ones keep playing through adulthood.

The wrestling play we see exhibited by lion cubs builds essential strength and agility. Yet, just as with humans, play generally fades away as maturity and a more self sufficient life begins. 

Maybe we should never stop playing.

One more time!

We click off the lights to our creaky old gym and in sweaty good humor, head over to the bar for the last part of the night’s ritual, to finally relax. Our conversations over beer can range from the evening’s court antics to the evening’s MVP to the recent death of a parent. Rae, our bartender, looks up, grabs the pint glasses.

We settle in the corner booth and clink them in a quiet toast.

For what we keep building.

For another week.

And hey, nobody got hurt.

Reasons enough to keep on playin’.

Joe Van Sambeek

Biological Sciences, 1993 Biology, Spanish, 1995 SS Teaching Credential

Joe is in his 28th year of teaching high school Science and Spanish in the Bay Area, still trying to make it relevant and "not boring" every day.  He says he still has a snake in his classroom, is still overextended, and is still causing headaches for his principal. Joe enjoys traveling and camping with his family and friends, having completed the Pan-American Highway last summer, 21 years after the first leg. He makes it up to Humboldt when possible and stays in touch with numerous friends from the Marching Lumberjacks. March or Die!