Most runners run not because they want to live longer, but because they want to live life to the fullest. If you’re going to while away the years, it’s far better to live them with clear goals and fully alive than in a fog, and I believe running helps you do that. Exerting yourself to the fullest within your individual limits: that’s the essence of running, and a metaphor for life—and for me, for writing as well. I believe many runners would agree.Haruki Murakami, What I Talk About When I Talk About Running: A Memoir
Niggles are little annoyances, like broken fingers or bruises that disrupt the normal flow of your game.
But sometimes little niggles increase skill and most importantly, confidence.
We all get injured and have to play at 75%. It’s within these moments that we strengthen other parts of our game and think smarter about our efforts.
It takes time to recover but we ultimately do come back. We may not be the player we used to be but better, stronger physically and mentally.
Temporary frustration is a means for improvement. At least we can still play hurt, even if it means we have to take the foot off the gas peddle a little bit before we return to form.
I played baseball as a kid. It was fun because I was good at it, not necessarily because I loved the sport.
As I got older, basketball and soccer became my main games. They were fast paced and less interruptive. There was just way more movement than baseball.
I attended the Yankees game last night merely to reconfirm my bias: baseball is boring.
Fred Wilson wrote an article this week observing the increased interest in soccer. He credited the growth to video games although I pointed out that it was much more than that.
I also think the pace of baseball doesn’t match up well with the speed at which we move now. The Internet sets the expectation for instant entertainment and delivery; something baseball fails to offer.
The baseball stadium tries hard to keep fans interested during games. They show trivia on the board and display dancing fans in their seats. Music plays in between batters, innings, and outs so you don’t fall asleep.
Baseball is truly America’s past time. It no longer stimulates widespread interest because it doesn’t move the way Americans move today. Cheaters like Alex Rodriguez certainly don’t help the game either.
Maybe I’m an army of one but baseball really fails to meet the current speed of entertainment. Football is getting bad as well with an ad every possession.
I don’t think soccer is ever going to take over America because it’s still carrying baggage as a European sport. America didn’t create it. Basketball, on the other hand which is virtually the hand version of soccer, will remain popular.
Maybe it’s just me because I’m getting older and looking for new interests (cricket or rugby any good?) or baseball does indeed just suck.
“There was no point in training to repeat stuff and do the same things. – Kilian Jornet Burgada, “Becoming the All-Terrain Human”
Soccer, like figure skating, demands art as much as sport. This is not baseball, where numbers mean so much that they seem to carry a moral weight. Soccer’s beauty is that it surpasses mathematics, or, in Barcelona’s case, conjures a sublime human geometry of triangular passing and movement.
Basketball, American football, baseball; all these sports stop and go. They were organized for marketing advertisements in between.
The beauty of soccer is the uninterrupted constant state of flow, mixed in with tactics and precision skill and timing. It’s not something to be explained. You just have to watch.
Ichiro Suzuki on his bat case:
In Japan we take care of our instruments, our bats and our gloves….We take care of them well because these things are very important.
Most of us take good care of our work tools as well, including laptops, Smartphones, and tablets. You may even keep a special pen and paper clean, like I do with my Kaweco sport pen and Moleskine.
Clean tools create a clean mind. We use our tools constantly to express ourselves. They should be protected at all times since without them, we’re virtually useless and unproductive.