Mental toughness and some great lines once uttered
Kind of jarring to wake up this morning to see Griff’s dispatch from Dunedin suggesting there’s a possibility – slim, but a possibility nonetheless – that Ricky Romero begins the season in the minor leagues.
Griff’s point is well taken – the change in mechanics makes a demotion easier to explain for everyone concerned – but, still.
I’ve always found it fascinating to try and watch the mental mechanics of professional athletes, to try to figure out why some are tougher than others because it’s such an integral part of success – or failure.
There is no questioning the physical capabilities of athletes in all professional sports, they can run and jump and shoot and throw and hit better than mere mortals but what separates them often is what goes on in their heads.
Romero, in the few times I’ve seen him and chatted with him (and I bow to the intelligence of others in this regard) has always struck me as a bit too introspective at times; he’d have an outing either good or bad and try to dissect it a bit too much in his post-game scrums.
His confidence seemed to waver a bit, at least that’s how it came across every now and then, and I would suggest he’s now at one of the great confidence crossroads of his career.
Things have not gone well, last year or this spring, and it’s going to be interesting to see how he handles this crisis point in what I still believe can be an excellent career.
Physically, the changes in his delivery should help him find his old stuff, at least that’s the impression I get from reading people with more knowledge than I have.
Mentally? That’s going to be the fun part to watch and will be very telling.
I love athletes because the great ones operate on a different mental plane than others; they get their heads right and get determined and get through rough stretches with their heads as much as their bodies.
Wonder if Romero can?
It’s not like the fate of the TOD season hangs in the balance, they have constructed an intimidating staff even without him but Romero’s always struck me as a nice, thoughtful, talented young man and you’d like to see him do well.
All right, in keeping with our CMW-basketball kind of week, if these guys are cool enough for Matt Bonner, they’re definitely cool enough for me and you and all of our friends.
Hey, let’s play a game.
Did you see this little story in our paper the other day? Justin Trudeau goes back in time to steal a line from his dad and tells a supporter who wonders if he can beat Harper:
“Just watch me.”
Good line, quick retort, gotta like the guy’s sense of timing.
Anyway, it got me thinking (my mind works in wondrous ways) about other great lines uttered by Canadians that have stuck with me over the years.
I came up with four or five off the top of my head:
“The Olympics can no more lose money than a man can have a baby”
That’s Jean Drapeau before the 1976 Olympics. Seems he wasn’t quite so prescient.
“A Canadian is someone who knows how to make love in a canoe.”
Pierre Burton, national treasure.
“The medium is the message”
Marshall McLuhan, of course.
PET; he knew how to rattle off a zinger, no?
“Let the Eastern bastards freeze in the dark.”
Ralph Klein, hardly a favourite in the parts.
“Take off, eh?”
Anyone want to add to the list?
And does anyone want to add to a smallish mailbag?
It’s email@example.com and it’s pretty empty over there.
Guess the only interesting thing that’s on the agenda is the fact Rudy Gay is messing around wearing sight-correcting goggles in practice these days.
They are trying to see if there’s some deficiency in his sight out of one eye – nothing major at all – and trying to see what they can do to make things easier for him.
Now, before people go off half-cocked and suggest he’s blind in one eye and can’t see out of the other (that’s an old umpire baiting line from my youth) it should be pointed out Gay is shooting 50 per cent from the field in his last four games – a fact probably attributable to a better back than anything else.
Anyway, it’s a tiny interesting issue that we’ll follow every now and then to see what they come up with.
And with this team these days, it passes for news.
No, I cannot believe it’s been 10 years since Mike Weir won the Masters (we are all getting old) but, yes, I will certainly find a way to watch this show when it comes on as a lead-in to coverage on Masters weekend.
Got a look at this trailer thanks to a couple of friends yesterday and it looks pretty darn good.
We’ll have more on that win a decade ago when the toonamint (sorry, Perk, for stealing your line) gets closer but that was a helluva moment, wasn’t it?
So, were you all glued to March Madness yesterday?
Big day for the Canadians, no?
Pangos makes the big shot for Gonzaga after Olynyk dominated for most of the game and Laurent Rivard nails five three-pointers in the biggest upset of the day as Harvard knocks off New Mexico State.
Not sure how the bracket made out – I usually check after the Friday games and again on Monday – but as I was watching a little bit one of my criticisms of the college game was proved true.
If it’s such a sport dominated by coaches, how come no one runs any plays?
Seriously, it’s three-man weaves and three-pointers most of the time, I didn’t see a spec of creativity in any of the games I watched, no taking advantage of mismatches, no nothing.
It’s boring and basically poorly played and coached until the final seconds of a close game and even it’s basically freelance stuff that gets the game-winning shot.
And, yes, in those rare instances of buzzer-beaters, it’s fun and exciting. The rest of the time? Paint drying.
Yes, we will be around for an IGBT tonight but tomorrow’s a night off. There’s either the semi-annual Poker Night And Storytelling Evening back in Niagara with some cronies or a night on the couch catching up on some rest.
Wonder what I’ll choose?