Jun 012009
 

The guest host for The Razor and Mr. T closed his show with that line tonight. Instead of the Razor’s “Angels fly because they take themselves lightly.” Looking it up now, it seems it’s a John Wooden line.

Seemed like the right title for my thoughts at the time. We had just been slaughtered in softball.  I had a sore ankle from “not letting the ball get by me” and a horrible night with accuracy of my throws and an 0-fer outing in the batter’s box.

I was thinking then, of a conversation with Chuck from a while back.  He said he’d rather get good personal stats and lose, than to win and have bad personal stats.  I think I’d rather have the win and do poorly than do well myself and win.

Except, tonight, driving home, I was in the situation of bad personal stats and losing.  Losing badly. Playing badly. Feeling pretty bad.  But I was wondering, would good personal stats and still losing make me feel any better?  I wasn’t sure.  I don’t think I’m a big enough person to have great personal stats and then not look at all my chump teammates who were dragging me down and despise them.  After all, I’m a salmon/soy milk snob now.  Dan agreed – he felt he had a great game and blamed me for the loss (and though I cannot argue with the fact that he had a fantastic game on the field, I am reminded of my discrete logic classes and the definition of a vacuous truth).  My errors were probably worth 8 runs – so I carry significant blame.  Also, due to the butterfly effect, if I hadn’t created the errors when I did, who knows, we might have gotten 3 outs in those innings instead of hitting the max of 7 runs allowed per inning rule and the game could have been that much closer.

So thinking about it on the drive home, I realized I wouldn’t feel better with a good personal game and getting slaughtered.  Stinking it up like I did, I know that I have plenty of room to improve on (I’m trying to learn how to throw the ball properly – kind of interesting to realize that at this age, I’ve never really thrown a ball for speed and accuracy) and that my improvements, no matter how minor, can help the team.  If I did well and we lost the way we did – I’m not sure I could stand this team!  I could get frustrated, thinking I can’t carry the team anymore than I already am…and next thing you know, I’m skipping out on the post game handshakes and congrats because “I’m a competitor“…

So, my softball honeymoon is over.  Oh yeah, I struck out.  That was a first.  Bad sign.  Struck out looking!

So, yeah, my honeymoon is over and I might have to start working at playing this game…

…or just let the game come to me and start drinking before the game a bit.

  2 Responses to “Sports don’t build character. They reveal it.”

  1. It’s true. I simply didn’t have nearly as many opportunities to play poorly as you did.

  2. Sorry to hear the game didn’t go well. I have been waiting for Chuck’s recap email to highlight the games achievements, but it sounds like I won’t be getting any.

 Leave a Reply

You may use these HTML tags and attributes: <a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <cite> <code> <del datetime=""> <em> <i> <q cite=""> <s> <strike> <strong>

(required)

(required)