The Nature of a Competitor: Part 5

**Summary: I coached varsity tennis for both girls and boys for six seasons, and this series is meant to highlight those moments that I felt were real connections between player and sport, between player and coach, or between opposing players in a competitive setting. The real nature of a competitor is shown through how she/he deals with pressure, adversity, surprises, and expectations.

It was my first year coaching the boys team, and I had some real doubts about our ability to win actual matches. The crew was undisciplined and small. If there were just two players who didn’t show up for a match we would have to forfeit one of the positions. That’s how small the team was. But they were fearless, which was their best quality. Well, that and their sense of humor. Even though we had a horrible year in the win-loss column, we never gave up and we always played hard until the very end.

One of our early matches that season was with a school we matched up well against. In fact, my first and second singles players won their matches rather easily, as did their second and third doubles teams. That meant the match came down to third and fourth singles, and to first doubles. We sweated out the first doubles match, winning in the third set 6-4. The fourth singles match came down to the wire as well, but we lost it in the third set 7-5. And, as often happened in those high school tennis matches, when players finished their matches they gathered around to watch whatever matches were still in progress. That meant everyone on both teams, including both head coaches, was gathered around to watch the drama that was the third singles match. Continue reading “The Nature of a Competitor: Part 5”

Friends-in-Law

Your friends + my friends = our friends?

When I was eighteen I had my first real girlfriend, and waiting that long gave me a greater appreciation for her, or at least I thought it did. By that time I had finally gotten used to having friends and interacting with people on at least a surface level, so I thought I was ready to take the next step. I couldn’t have been more wrong, and it had nothing to do with her, either. On the first few dates it was great. We went out to eat, to the movies, and for a walk down by the river, and those times were easily the most incredible of my life to that point. But then she wanted me to meet her friends, which is where everything fell completely apart.

I like to think I make a good first impression, if maybe a little bit manic. You see, I have a tendency to oversell myself when I first meet people because I want them to like me so much. I’m sure you know what I’m talking about. It’s all about best foot forward but instead of putting one foot across at a time, I leap over that line and it tends to intimidate people, I think. I haven’t really asked for fear that it’s the truth. Since this girl was my first girlfriend, you can imagine how over-the-top I was when I met her friends. Here’s a list of things I did:

1. I hugged each and every one of the four people who went out with us. While this seemed to be somewhat okay for the two females, I honestly think the two guys thought I was crazy. Lesson learned: that bear hugs with people you don’t know can be incredibly awkward and stunt future conversations with those people. Continue reading “Friends-in-Law”

From the Vault: 19 March 2002

Infrequent dots creating a pattern quite unlike the human facial features I’ve grown accustomed to in my many hours in front of the projection screen. I saw it in a picture frame last week in Detroit. Coincidence? Maybe.

I drove underneath the bridge of dissonance with a skullcap placed firmly upon my head. Blue blood coursing through my veins, thin like watery strips. Freezing rain like alien tendrils threatens to overcome my prostrate form. At sleep time.

Electronic pulse vibrating outside of my head, yet inside my subconscious. Your kiss lingers behind. I’ve forgotten everything but the name I used to call mine when I had the time. No clock to warn me of your impending approach, and I realize none of it matters anyway. Continue reading “From the Vault: 19 March 2002”

I Did What?: My Sordid Job History, Volume 3

Ah, the memories.

I never thought it was possible to make less than minimum wage, that the word “minimum” truly meant what it said and I would be guaranteed at least that wage or higher. By the way, minimum wage in 1999 was $4.85 an hour, but in that same year I got a job that paid me $2.13 an hour, and I was happy to have it. For a number of reasons.

When I first arrived in Tennessee, I knew I would have to find a job, but I had absolutely no real experience, no real schooling, and no idea what the job market was like. I know, that sounds like a recipe for success, but after three months of living in Knoxville I still hadn’t found anything suitable for me. I had applied to office buildings, to mall stores, and even to a hotel in the area, but nothing panned out. The office buildings weren’t actually hiring, the mall stores weren’t in the middle of the holiday rush so they weren’t hiring either, and the hotel wanted me to have some business experience.

Finally, I just got up one day, walked down to “The Strip,” and was hired straightaway — without interview, mind you — at O’Charley’s Sports Grille and Bar as a server. I hadn’t even expected to get a job after so much failure, but I guess I should have recognized what it meant that they hired me right away and wanted me to start the very next day. After I accepted the job they told me that I would be making $2.13 an hour — and, oh yeah, plus tips. What they didn’t say was that tips were split equally between each server on the same shift, so even if I got a $100 dollar tip I wouldn’t pocket $100 dollars. Ouch. Continue reading “I Did What?: My Sordid Job History, Volume 3”

White Queen

Complacent knight Waiting for checkmate His black marble gleams As he contemplates the queen Her position fixed Yet transitory Depending on his next move Her king impotently near Head bowed in defeat She sparkles in white Like on her wedding day And every day in-between So tired of the games But no one hears And … Continue reading White Queen