The Games Are On…Sort Of
Greetings, Steve here. Well, I’ve been thinking about the Olympics a lot lately, because I have absolutely no choice. Not only are the Turino Winter Games almost totally ubiquitous, they run almost all the time in my apartment these days, since my girlfriend is out of her mind.
That’s unfair. Meghan’s not crazy, but she is a little obsessed with the Olympics, especially the Winter Olympics, since Figure Skating is her sport. I have seen every figure skater and ice dancer fall from every conceivable angle this week. I have seen skier’s skis fly off in mid air, I have seen hockey teams loose to far inferior teams, I have seen cross-country skiers loose their poles and I have seen Bode Miller spectacularily fail to live up even to the expectations of the people who didn’t expect him to live up to their expectations. And I have been left with the overall impression: Geez, I can fall on my butt! Send me to the Olympics
It’s not that there haven’t been some impressive performances and it’s not that I wasn’t very impressed by Bode Miller’s recovery from a crash that would have put most people in traction, but it seems that Wheaties is going to have a thin pack to pick from this year.
I never competed at anything like the level of those atheletes, but I did do a few competative sports in school and I’ve seen what happens when one person makes a silly mistake or looses confidence and everyone else falls apart as well.
I’ve also seen this happen in business and in people’s personal lives, that when things start to fall apart, people loose their nerve and then the landslide starts. I wonder what a good technique would be to arrest this backwards momentum, in groups and individually. I mean, besides chocholate. Any ideas?