The Hammock Papers: teams

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28 November 2017

Pride.

Paule, The Oarsmen, 1932

Give the work force a chance to work with pride, and the three percent that apparently don’t care will erode itself by peer pressure.

W. Edwards Deming

17 March 2013

Even if I had studied Spanish 204 more in college, I don't think I could give a complete translation, because Martinez was yelling with such velocity and so loud, the words intertwined with his whistle, that I couldn't keep up. Simply put, he cajoled the others, telling them to pick it up, encouraging them, and before long, all of the others were into the rhythm that he had set, as the ball was fired from second to first to home to second to third, and back around, over and over, Martinez reacting to all of it.

By the time it was over, the Tigers had gone through this daily chore with peak efficiency and energy, which is the beauty of someone like Victor Martinez. For those eight minutes, he helped to make the rest of them better.

CONNECT.

04 February 2009

Mac

Darren McCarty is my all-time favorite Red Wing. He is a consumate team player (ALWAYS follows his teammates going on and coming off the ice), a tough, loyal competitor, with the heart of a lion.

Mac has battled many demons off the ice, a few have threatened to end is career. He has persevered.

10 January 2009

"Boys, you just put the greatest goaltender in the world on the bench."

I watched "Miracle" this morning, the movie about the 1980 Olympic Gold Medal winning hockey team. Kust Russell does a great job in the role of coach Herb Brooks.

Hockey is a great game -- my favorite. I enjoy it because of all the things that must come together well in order for a team to do well. It is a true TEAM game. Hockey isn't a game for players with, as Pat Riley calls it, "the disease of me." Individuals must play their best cooperatively in order for their team to succeed.

"Miracle" does a great job of depicting all the elements of a successful team. Leadership, desire, sacrifice, and heart all seemlessly integrated.

I remember well that early Friday evening in Februrary, 1980. It was more than a hockey game. It was a true David and Goliath story. I remember playing street hockey (after all, I was in Ohio) with my buddies, feeling for the first time, a sense of national pride. This was the height of The cold War and we had beaten The Bear.

WOLFGANG AMADEUS MOZART

"When I am, as it were, completely myself, entirely alone and of good cheer – say travelling in a carriage or walking after a good meal, or during the night when I cannot sleep – it is on such occasions that my ideas flow best and most abundantly. Whence, and how, they come I know not ; nor can I force them. Those ideas that please me I retain in memory and am accustomed, as I have been told, to hum them to myself. If I continue in this way, it soon occurs to me how I may turn this dainty morsel to account, so as to make a good dish of it. That is to say, agreeable to the rules of counterpoint, to the peculiarities of various instruments etc. All this fires my soul, and, provided I am not disturbed, my subject enlarges itself, becomes methodised, and defined, and the whole, though it be long, stands almost complete and finished in my mind, so that I can survey it like a fine picture or a beautiful statue at a glance. Nor do I hear in my imagination the parts successively, but I hear them, as it were, all at once. What a delight this is, I cannot tell."

WALT WHITMAN

The spotted hawk swoops by and accuses me, he complains of my gab and my loitering. I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable, I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world. The last scud of day holds back for me, It flings my likeness after the rest and true as any on the shadow’d wilds, It coaxes me to the vapor and the dusk. I depart as air, I shake my white locks at the runaway sun, I effuse my flesh in eddies, and drift it in lacy jags. I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love, If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles. You will hardly know who I am or what I mean, But I shall be good health to you nevertheless, And filter and fibre your blood. Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged, Missing me one place search another, I stop somewhere waiting for you.

MARCUS AURELIUS

"Is your cucumber bitter? Throw it away. Are there briars in your path? Turn aside. That is enough. Do not go on and say, 'Why were things of this sort ever brought into this world?' neither intolerable nor everlasting - if thou bearest in mind that it has its limits, and if thou addest nothing to it in imagination. Pain is either an evil to the body (then let the body say what it thinks of it!)-or to the soul. But it is in the power of the soul to maintain its own serenity and tranquility."

VINCENT van GOGH

"What am I in the eyes of most people? A nonentity or an oddity or a disagreeable person — someone who has and will have no position in society, in short a little lower than the lowest. Very well — assuming that everything is indeed like that, then through my work I’d like to show what there is in the heart of such an oddity, such a nobody. This is my ambition, which is based less on resentment than on love in spite of everything, based more on a feeling of serenity than on passion. Even though I’m often in a mess, inside me there’s still a calm, pure harmony and music. In the poorest little house, in the filthiest corner, I see paintings or drawings. And my mind turns in that direction as if with an irresistible urge. As time passes, other things are increasingly excluded, and the more they are the faster my eyes see the picturesque. Art demands persistent work, work in spite of everything, and unceasing observation."

DAN CAMPBELL