26 November 2009

I'm Thankful....

I'm Thankful...
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It's Thanksgiving morning; Angelica and Lucas are altar serving, leaving Grace and Lauren with me in the pews. The church is half full, not surprising because it's not an official church Holiday, and perhaps most are busy preparing food to feast on with friends and family.

In the middle of the offertory, I had my eyes closed, saying a private prayer when the choir leader called for hymn #310. As the first notes of the song played out through the church piano, I thought "Table of Plenty" was perhaps the most apt song for Thanksgiving. With a big sigh and a general feeling of goodwill, I continue with my silent prayer and continued on with my private retreat, conversing with God. Then paper brushes against the back of my right hand. I open my eyes and looked down at Lauren trying to get me to hold the Missal which she has opened to song #310. She held my eyes and I realized that she wanted me to sing with the rest of the congregation, and I humbly complied. I looked to my right and caught a glimpse of my wife who was singing but seemed not to have noticed my little ones' gesture.

This to me was Thanksgiving; being told by a child that beyond my self, there is a whole world of other people that needs to be joined in an expression of love. While we all have our own conversations with God, we need to join the rest of humanity in thanking Him, singing to Him, and being seen through the eyes of a six year old, that it matters that we participate in an outward way, in expressing our kinship to God through our kinship with all our brothers and sisters.

Mon

09 November 2009

The Need for Open-Mindedness

The Need for Open-Mindedness
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My son has hoop dreams. Influenced I'm sure by celebrity-centric media saturation, public adoration of sports figures, and powered by a healthy dose of fourteen year old hormones and adrenaline, he fancies himself playing with the big dogs. He puts in the time in practice, and spends enough time watching video footage of nice plays by good players; and he does have enough self-confidence to act out his desire.

But that's just a part of this article.

What with the great emphasis on honing one's skills, he goes to lessons, scrimmages, drills, conditioning workouts, and camps to be a better player. The trainers and coaches put great emphasis on developing great fundamentals (dribbling, passing, shooting, etc.) and learning the team concept of the sport. They run drills to demonstrate scenarios, to develop an awareness of the court and how a play unfolds. In other words, they practice to develop conditioned responses on both the offensive and defensive ends of the court. Complemented by strong fundamentals, these practice sessions are designed to optimize output and win games. Through constant drills and repetition, the object is to broaden their comfort zone so that in gametime situations, they focus more on reading the opponent and less on their ability to escape a trap, make a shot, or break a zone. By having strong fundamentals, they can run a more tactical game, mindful mainly of the plays unfolding and not too much on their scoring arsenal.

It's truly great on paper and design, except that the same coaches who are grinding this into their awareness will be the first to say that in many instances, they will have to play out of their comfort zones. And therein lies the rub.

For any good player worth his endorsement will drill that twenty-five footer given the chance; he will retrieve that loose ball given the hole; he will rotate around that pick, break that defenders ankles, thread that pass to the open guy, set the perfect screen, etc. to execute those practiced plays. But during the course of the game, there occurs an organic assortment of circumstances that make each game unique and loose -- loose in the sense that the plays and players do not adhere to the textbook expectations of how players play. Factors ranging from physical mismatches, personal physical condition among the players, coaching directives, officiating...weather.... skew the way the game unfolds. The point being that each player in any game comes with a set of skills which he wraps around and is integrated into the team's skill set. In turn the team uses this collection of skills from each player to try and defeat the other team. And despite multiple studies and breakdown of plays into their component units to either execute or defend against, plays unfold in their own way, different from every other before and after. So players need a lot of creative flexibility to improvise "on the fly". This is what is meant by playing out of ones comfort zone; that you fight the fight that's brought to you not the fight you expected to have. Not to discount the value of preparation for that certainly keeps you sharp and focused, but carrying out strict rules without flexing to the dictates of the battle zone can be both dangerous and disastrous. It's the equivalent to forging on to cross a river despite knowing that the bridge is gone.

And this goes beyond common sense; it's a lot more complicated than going to option "C" when both "A and B" are gone. It's that acrobatic shot in front of two defenders when your passing lane is plugged; the quick stab to the middle because the center is out of position; the no look pass to outwit the three on two when prudence dictates setting up a play. These split second decisions cannot be completed with grace without the practiced drills, but their necessity and urgency cannot be expunged from a fast paced game. That's what creates great athletes. For what would otherwise explain how Iverson can slash the paint and score over bigger and taller people clogging it, or Bryant escaping a baseline trap by making a turn-around fade-away basket? Strong fundamentals surely, but also great awareness, execution in the blink of an eye, and confidence in their ability to make it.

Without this awareness of a constant need to adapt and to be open to the possibility that chaos can take over an organized process, a player is ineffective and dull. Variation is constant and a "read" can only be accurate if each player, each team, expects undetermined possibilities and creating opportunities.

Mon

03 November 2009

This Guy

This Guy
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It never occurred to him that he was difficult, this guy. Filled with experiences different but certainly not unique among all of the people anywhere, he's gone about life and aged with a certain mindset that forms his opinions, his behaviour, and philosophy.

Like everyone else around, he operates with hardly a formed awareness of an operating principle; just going about life filled with a lifelong baggage of what goes for character -- character that's hard to fault just by the simple yardstick of ethics and morality, but certainly flawed and completely vulnerable to doubt, fear, and yes, temptation.

In other words, he is nothing but human, and his biggest fault is possessing a big dose of self-examination. How is this a detriment? one would ask. "Has it not been oft said that a life unexamined is not worth living"?, the sage would delve deeper into the issue. But you see, this guy is not smart enough to study the flower, just timid enough to stop and smell it. He is a tourist in a world where scholars abound; a photographer in a world requiring microscopes.

So he goes about life navigating the maze but not seeing through walls and unable to scale them. He ponders the next turn but lacks the capacity to indulge in learning its composition and hoping to tear down the restraints that life has presented him with. Worse, he expresses his torment and rebels against his condition by creating artificial constraints on others. He's indignant of authority for he cannot conform to their discipline. He's restrictive and over-wary of change to compensate for his temerity and insolence. Those that fall under his direct influence are held back by his closed-mindedness, substituting discipline for understanding, soliciting respect when tolerance can cement a better relationship.

So what's to make of this man? He's totally aware of being adrift yet too weak to either ask for help or paddle to shore. He's hurting inside, somewhat sick of an affliction that grew with him. He cannot rid himself of it just as he cannot strip off his skin. But trudge, trudge, trudge he goes.... living life while life goes on for everyone else who's alive....the pain is universally shared; but this guy has paid attention to it more than most. Can't everyone else see that we should suffer all the same? Not if the rest manage to find preoccupation with being scholars and wielding microscopes. We'll see how things go....

For it's never completely dark-- as there is really nothing that's absolute. Even in the deepest forest where the canopy obliterates light, one can find_ if only for a moment when the wind pushes the leaves and branches aside_ a spot above through which the sky can be seen. There come moments of clarity and calm replaces the fog of worry. It's perhaps a by-product of a tired mind, but more likely absolution for a weary soul. Either way it's welcome break for a tortured guy, whose shackles are not around the ankles but wrapped around his imagination.

Mon