Bonding, schmonding; it's winning that counts
Yeah, we’re kind of all over the map today, think that might be the case more often than not as we move forward into some uncharted waters.
So, the Leaves are on one of those “bonding” trips, where they pack up and move out of town for a few days of practice – this time at a Canadian Forces base as opposed to some holiday lodge – and I wonder if it’s all worth it.
It’s been my experience with athletes I’ve spoken to about it that these trips can be mind-numbing, it’s not as much about bonding as it as about coaches having the undivided attention of their athletes during slow times in the schedule.
Bonding, methinks, is vastly over-rated; I don’t think teammates need to necessarily love each other as long as they play hard and I don’t think a guy plays harder because he’s spent time singing Kumbaya around a campfire or having dinner with the guy on his line or whatever.
Sure, it’s nice to see a Hercules aircraft and there might be a thing or two to do that’s out of the normal and a unique experience but I bet if you asked the players honestly – and anonymously – the vast majority of them would rather be at home, living as they usually do on their usual schedules, rather than be trundled off to some hideaway where they are rather limited in the things they can do.
And if you ask coaches, they’d want to have it like that all the time, where there are fewer distractions, no real-life tugs on the players time and – perhaps most important – fewer media members around to get in the way.
But as for some weird team-building exercise?
What builds teams is wins, everyone likes each other when things are going well and if they’re not, it doesn’t matter if they’ve spent time at an armed forces base or a Vegas hotel or some swanky lodge, there will be tension.
Department of Ridiculous?
Driving in the neighbourhood the other night, turned a corner to see – believe it or not – Christmas lights on a house.
Not even halfway through October, not even to Halloween, a day after the Thanksgiving weekend and people not only have their Christmas lights up but turned on?
I don’t know, strikes me as a tad early, and silly, and if you’ve got yours up, please don’t turn them on.
Oh yeah, the Facebook thing.
Not sure how many of you saw it, hope it was more than a few, but we’re branching out a wee bit.
I have no clue what it’s ultimately going to mean – a bit more work, I’d imagine, without the commensurate increase in annual salary, sadly – but it could be a bit of a fun, I guess.
But it’s an add-on; I know there are probably a few of you out there who have no time for Faceoff Facebook and that’s cool, we’ll still have the usual fare in this corner of the interweb.
But go there, please, hit the “like” button because I guess that means something and the good folks who set up the page and are walking me through it – slowly, very slowly – need to be rewarded.
And check there every now and then, you might find new and different stuff.
In case you were wondering, the D League draft lottery was last night and Your Bakersfield Jam came away with picks No. 6, 8 and 13 in the first round.
The big event is Nov. 3, giving us all kinds of time to work up a mock draft, right?
I don’t imagine the D League holds much interest for any of you, and I imagine it’d be hard for HOTH fans to get too hyped about a team in California (that’s where Bakersfield is, right?) but it’s one of the two pro leagues in North America that are operating so I guess that’s something.
Speaking of leagues in North America, I see the Oshawa Power of the NBL signed Denham Brown yesterday, a familiar name/face if ever there was one.
Good on them, it’s nice to provide an outlet for Canadian guys to play at home but what I need to see are younger kids deciding to stay home rather than chase lower-division European jobs that don’t provide the kind of competition or salary that make it truly worthwhile.
If the NBA is to fulfill its mandate of growing the game, it’s got to use those two Canadian spots per team on younger players.
Who’s more inconsequential to the casual sports fan today in the Toronto area:
Both have fallen so far off the radar to the average guy and gal it’s amazing.
Guess it does show that if you don’t win, most people don’t care.
Remember when their games used to be “events?” That certainly doesn’t seem to be the case now, does it?
This is how far we’ve come with this social networking world we live in.
Got up this morning to discover the Twitter feed on the Blackberry wasn’t working, bbm was dead, e-mails took forever to go through and it was really quite frustrating.
Not sure why it galled me but I guess we get so used to being in constant contact with people and the world at large that any disruption’s a pain.
I still contend we live in a world that’s too fast but it would appear I’ve been caught up in the lifestyle. Not sure I like it; not much time for true peace and quiet.
But at least it might take the Tall Foreheads a bit longer to reach me if they want to.
Oh, and the wireless was down at Super Grandpa’s place this morning, hence the somewhat tardy posting of this.
So I’m watching the ball game last night (poor attendance for the IGBT, by the way) and I continue to marvel at the skills of the professionals who can hit, field, throw and run like none of us mere humans.
And then I get this from My Man Dave D.
Now, that’s hitting. And juggling.
Just like we used to do at BP with the Niagara Falls Lions back in the day.
Oh yeah, it’s one of those short weeks that always screws me up.
So let’s begin the weakly weekly plea for mail.
Do it here and don’t forget, we’ll still take a video submission if you want, that might be fun. Had no takers last week, I figure it’s ‘cause some of you are shy.