Relax and Slow the Game Down07.25.05

Many important lessons in life can be learned through sports. One revelation of particular relevance presented itself as I neared the end of my not-so-illustrious basketball career. In high school, one of the biggest problems a team faces is dealing with the press. The problem is that when several men who seem to be at least three times as large as you come streaking in your direction (often frothing and yelling), a lot of things whirl around in your mind. “I hope I don’t make a turnover, coach will get mad, I’ll look stupid in front of the cheerleaders, etc.” These thoughts whirl around in your mind. The pressure crescendos until you break out into mild schizophrenia right there on the court. Wild screaming voices tell you forty different things to do with the ball, the most appealing of which is to get rid of it….fast. Confused, perplexed, and out of time, the inevitable would soon happen. Eventually we would freak out and pick a general direction to heave the ball, usually resulting in pretty lay-ups for the other team or souvenirs for a few lucky fans. This single problem probably accounted for 50% of the approximately 60 losses we all suffered through during four years of high school basketball. But, it occurred to me one game while watching from the bench, a position I was not unaccustomed to, that there was an answer to this problem. When I sat back, unattached to the action, there seemed to be a lot more time to react than I had ever realized while in the heat of battle. Another fact that presented itself was that there was an enormous amount of empty space on the court. It was not, as it had seemed, covered with an army of opponents. It all came down to point of view. When the ball hits your hands and those monsters are rushing toward you, it feels like you’ve got only a closet to move in, and like they arrive before the ball

even gets to you. In the frenzy of activity we were giving up our two greatest assets: time and space. I realized the secret to playing at a higher level, to controlling the game rather than being controlled, was to relax and slow the game down. When you relax and separate yourself from the anxiety, it’s easy to make the correct move. An important aspect of this is that it allows you the opportunity, if your eyes are open, to see the whole court. When you can see the situation in a context greater than your immediate point of view, it highlights all of your opportunities and enables you to evaluate more appropriately the correct action to take. You are making a decision that is truly informed, not running blind into a minefield. The only thing left to do is to trust in the accuracy of your decision and carry out your plan with conviction. This is important, because the second guess is often the first mistake. By relaxing and seeing the whole court in daily life, it becomes easy to handle the “press” whenever it arises. You enable yourself to transcend the current onslaught by seeing that the world is a huge expanse of land where opportunities abound, and that there is time enough for all of us.

Celia Luce provides a brilliant example of the benefits of being of this mindset.

A small trouble is like a pebble. Hold it too close to your eye and it fills the whole world and puts everything out of focus. Hold it at a proper distance and it can be examined and properly classified. Throw it at your feet and it can be seen in its true setting, just one more tiny bump on the pathway to life.

Posted in Things I Wrotewith Comments Off on Relax and Slow the Game Down

Psalm of Life – Henry Wadsworth Longfellow07.25.05

WHAT THE HEART OF THE YOUNG MAN
SAID TO THE PSALMIST

Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream ! —
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.

Life is real ! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal ;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way ;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day.

Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.

In the world’s broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle !
Be a hero in the strife !

Trust no Future, howe’er pleasant !
Let the dead Past bury its dead !
Act,— act in the living Present !
Heart within, and God o’erhead !

Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time ;

Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o’er life’s solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.

Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate ;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.


The above poem was first published in the Knickerbocker Magazine in October 1838.
It also appeared in Longfellow’s first published collection
Voices in the Night. It can be found, for example, in:

  • Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth. The Complete Poetical Works of Longfellow. Boston: Houghton Mifflin Company, 1893.
  • Posted in Things I Didn't Writewith 1 Comment →

    If – Rudyard Kipling07.25.05

    If you can keep your head when all about you
    Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
    If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
    But make allowance for their doubting too:
    If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
    Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
    Or being hated don’t give way to hating,
    And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;

    If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;
    If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim,
    If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
    And treat those two impostors just the same:.
    If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
    Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
    Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
    And stoop and build’em up with worn-out tools;

    If you can make one heap of all your winnings
    And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
    And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
    And never breathe a word about your loss:
    If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
    To serve your turn long after they are gone,
    And so hold on when there is nothing in you
    Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”

    If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
    Or walk with Kings – nor lose the common touch,
    If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
    If all men count with you, but none too much:
    If you can fill the unforgiving minute
    With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
    Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
    And – which is more – you’ll be a Man, my son!

    Posted in Things I Didn't Writewith Comments Off on If – Rudyard Kipling

    • You Avatar
    • RSS Latest From My Blog

      • Camping Weekend June 9, 2007
        sooooo, i was able to convince john and stephen that it would be a good idea for us to spend a weekend out in the woods with no food and no hair dryers (more a concern for stephen than for me - and less so every day). we found our way up to the greater […]
      • Volleyball End of Season Tourney April 29, 2007
        we went to huntsvegas for our end of the season volleyball tourney with the tsunami club i've been working with. below are a few picks of my team (13 black). we had a tough opening day, but did manage to upset the #1 seed in the tournament on day 2 before bowing out.below, allie poses […]
      • My Second Nica Trip April 16, 2007
        i took a second trip to nicaragua in april. this time brent nix (the mystery 4th in our group) and john headed down as well. it was john's 3rd trip and we were taking a look at a couple of places that he had visited before as well as some new places that peter wanted […]
      • Half a Brain March 25, 2007
        sorry, no pics for this one. soooo, Atlanta was hosting the inagural ING marathon on March 25th. several of my friends had been training for months, but i had been nursing a sore leg and had not jogged for about 2 months. for some reason my friends (most notably jason, drew and blake) thought it […]
      • 2007 YouAreMyFantasy Baseball Draft March 17, 2007
        well, i'm sure everyone was jonesin for an update on the fantasy baseball draft update. i know it's like a monkey on my back. well, we were very excited that our draft angel was still there this year and had not indeed been killed by the fans of the Dominican team last year. as you […]
      • The WHO in DC March 10, 2007
        soooo, i decided to wing on up to DC to check out the WHO at Verizon Center with my friends Jeff and Todd and my brother Jeremy. We had a pretty fun weekend there, highlighted by either the girl who claimed she had political asylum, or the one whose belt was "Hermes" (as i was […]
      • Shred or Die March 3, 2007
        all apologies for my lateness in getting this post out. the lesson here? i'm a slackass. a special note, going forward, all blog pictures will be clickable. clicking them won't make you smarter, but it will increase the size of the photo. this service i supply to you free of charge.sooooo, stephen, jason and myself […]
      • Coaching the Girls February 11, 2007
        soooo, as you may know (if YOU are indeed reading this, and it's entirely possible you're not) i am now coaching volleyball. i'm coaching a girls 13's team that plays out of Woodward. often times those practices are the highlight of my week. there's something really amazing about having 12 people scream your name every […]
      • Lift January 23, 2007
        i usually try not to really mention what i'm thinking here, as it is my general supposition that no one really cares, but today will be an exception. i'm not even going to pretend that any more than 3 people in america might find me insiteful, but i figured i'd just put it out here. […]
      • My First Bass January 21, 2007
        nothing really to tell here. drew and i went fishing. i caught my first bass (more of a fly fisherman, i am)you may remember my phat hat as being the same one i won for catching a barracuda on drew's bachelor party. it still looks every bit as good as it did the day i […]