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  • 22 Aug

    Success is Made Sweeter by Failure

    It’s right about now that I miss having a newspaper column. I wrote every week for two years about whatever I wanted, but nobody ever disagreed strongly enough with me to write an email or a letter to the editor. This might have been that week.

    A few weeks ago, a baseball league for 9 and 10 year olds in Utah held its championship game. With two outs, a runner on third and trailing by one run, the Red Sox had their best player up with one last chance to salvage the game.

    As has been done thousands of times in baseball games all over the world in such situations, the Yankees coach elected to walk the good hitter in order to pitch to someone else. Why face the best player when you can increase your chances of getting outs (now at home, first and second base)?

    Just one problem. The kid coming to bat for the Red Sox is not a strong hitter. Oh, and he’s a cancer survivor.

    The kid strikes out, ending the game and giving the championship to the Yankees. And that’s when the complaints started. Red Sox parents said it was a jerk move that sends the wrong message to kids. They said it was picking on a weak kid, a cancer survivor!, in order to win a game. After all, the kids are just there to have fun, not win at all costs.

    They have their opinion, and that’s fine. In a SI.com poll, 60 percent of respondents agree with the Red Sox parents. I’m in the 40 percent.

    As the great Herman Edwards once said, “You play to win the game.” I understand that it’s a children’s league, but they’re not 5 year-olds. At some point you have to learn that life isn’t perfect, and in order to win somebody has to lose. Isn’t that part of what youth sports is all about? There’s getting out and getting exercise, having fun with your friends, but also lessons about succeeding and failing and how to deal with both of those situations.

    In a few years those kids will be in high school, where they will play for championships…if they even make the team. Sometimes sports isn’t fair. Is the high school coach supposed to take a kid who can’t hit just because of his past? When do you teach the kid that lesson? The night before tryouts?

    Why not lay the groundwork throughout the youth athletic experience. After all, there are lessons in kids sports at every practice and every game as it is, no matter how insignificant those things seem at times.

    Cal Ripken Jr., author of several books on teaching youth sports, said kids need to be exposed to success and failure as part of the process. At some point, he said, the pressure of the whole sports system becomes too great, too emphasized by parents and coaches, and without those lessons, kids are being set up to fail.

    “Before kids really learn how to play, they need to experience the good and the bad, sometimes the positive, sometimes the negative, a little adversity, and they need to learn the game, and they should be allowed to make mistakes,” Ripken said. “When you emphasize winning, those mistakes really aren’t allowed.”

    Red Sox parents said it was an emphasis on winning, at the expense of a fragile kid, that did just the opposite of what Ripken is pushing. But it wasn’t about pitching to a kid with cancer. They weren’t punishing him for his condition. It was about playing the percentages, playing baseball in a championship game. If the Yankees give up a hit to the Red Sox best player, it’s their parents who want the coach’s head on a stake for his bonehead move.

    It’s not like the Red Sox coach, and virtually every other coach in the history of youth baseball doesn’t do something that could make a kid feel bad about himself. What about the fat kid who gets stuck in right field? Or the slow kid who always strikes out who only gets his one at-bat a game?

    Go to any baseball field during little league season and you’ll hear coaches say quite blatantly things like, “He’s not going to hit, just pitch it right in there,” “Infield in, this guy won’t hit it hard,” or “This pitcher’s got nothing, wait for him to walk you.” Or what about the catcher who doesn’t have a strong enough arm to throw out base-stealers? You think those coaches don’t put the steal sign on every pitch?

    Before you go condemning one coach for making a call in a championship game, think about what you’re really against. If you want kids to be sheltered and not have to endure the “harsh” lessons of losing once in a while, take them to the candy store whenever they demand, and give them a trophy for successfully putting on their shoes today. There are no losers there…except when the real world catches up with them, and the first time someone tells them “no.”

    Part of sports is losing. That’s the case in Major League Baseball just the same as it is in little league. Don’t want to expose your kids to losing? Better make them change their favorite team every year lest they not support the World Series Champion.

    The kid who struck out to end the game apparently went home and cried himself to sleep. That’s certainly not something you want every night from a kid. But you know, when I played baseball there were many times where I went to sleep feeling like I could have done better. If only I had gotten another hit. If only I hadn’t dropped that fly ball. If only I hadn’t walked in that go-ahead run when I was pitching. And I was one of the better kids on my teams.

    When I was 13, there was a kid on my team who always played right field. The entire season, I would bet he got no more than 5 hits. But every practice he went out there and swung his heart out and chased down fly balls. Every game he went up there hacking and made it his mission to beat me to every ball in the outfield when I was in center. When he picked up that ball, when he got those five hits, he was ecstatic. His parents cheered. My parents cheered. That smile was bigger every time because of all the other things in between.

    When I got a single, I might have been disappointed I didn’t get a double. It was a matter of perspective. Having hit many doubles before, that letdown made me work harder to do better the next time. But for the right fielder, that single was the taste of success, a function of all those swings at all those practices, that was made sweeter by the 0-for-16 slump he was in before.

    Kids are tough. They don’t like to feel bad, and the good ones will realize early on that sometimes it takes a little extra work to get what you want. That’s the case in this story, a bright spot that some adults could learn from. The kid who struck out said he’s going to practice his hitting, so that next time they’ll walk him to pitch to someone else.

    That’s the kind of response that should come from a disappointing end to your season. I’ll work hard and do better next time. For all the time the boy’s father has spent complaining in the last few weeks, he could have been throwing him a lot of pitches. My arm is fresh if he needs to make a call to the bullpen.

    By cjhannas baseball Uncategorized
  • 20 Aug

    It’s Thinking…

    If you don’t have StumbleUpon, your life is not complete. It has brought hours of wasted time for me and however many other people have come across its brilliance…

    Case in point, the likebetter game. It’s simple. They show you two pictures, and you pick which one you like better. It’s not based on any criteria, just pick which one you like better. After a few selections, the brain icon changes, letting you know that the game knows something about you based on what you selected.

    At first, this thing was dead on, correctly guessing 10 things about me based on my choices. After a while, it was down to getting 2 out of 3 right, but that’s not so bad considering the basic premise.

    It would be interesting to see their algorithm and what they assigned as attributes to certain photos. And I must say that after doing it for a while you start to think about the photos more before making a choice. If I pick the picture of the churchy stained-glass, what are they taking from that? Are they going to say that I’m a conservative? That I’m religious? That I’m into classical art, or things made out of glass? Who knows, but still a good use of a little downtime.

    And if you’re looking for stumble, you have to be using Firefox, not Internet Explorer. Check it out here.

  • 17 Aug

    Keeping it Real

    Stephen Colbert is a man who knows how to keep it real. What is real is calling out people who take themselves a little too seriously, as seen here with a clip from his show the Colbert Report.

    Now as you might know I did indeed go to journalism school, but nothing makes me happier than someone taking aim at established journalists who think far too highly of themselves and basically are incapable of seeing value in non-traditional media.

    While Jon Stewart sits back and laughs at stupid things politicians do and calls into question their actions, he does so in a way that informs his viewers about what is going on in the world. At the same time, network news honchos wonder why their audience is declining, yet lampoon shows like the Daily Show and Colbert Report. Obviously they are doing something right.

    And obviously the networks, particularly the morning shows, need to look in the mirror once in a while as Colbert points out in the clip.

    When a congressman says something stupid in an election year like Sen. George Allen calling an opponent’s campaign worker a monkey, that should be taken seriously and reported. When a congressman goes on a satirical show and under clear pretenses gives a joke response about cocaine, sit back and laugh. Enjoy the real side the lawmaker showed for once. That’s not a story.

  • 11 Jul

    What’s Better than M&Ms?

    Hit up the OC (that’s Ocean City) this weekend for some relaxation and general merriment.

    Visited the always wonderful Dumser’s Dairyland on Friday night for some ice cream and had what might be the first American, English-speaking waitress to ever serve us there. Her name was Jennifer. She had freakishly good handwriting, as you can see here displayed as my order for chocolate ice cream with M&Ms…

    “You get another topping with that”
    “How about more M&Ms?”

    So Jennifer drops off our ice cream and the check, comes back later to see if we need anything, and I drop the smooth line, “Hey, you have really nice handwriting.” She seems a little embarrassed and says that people give her crap for it all the time, so of course I–who have perhaps the world’s worst handwriting–tell her that she should be proud of it. And though we didn’t need anything else, she definitely checked on us a good three more times, including one mysterious time when she took our fully functioning salt shaker and brought it back a minute later. Good times.

    Also oddly fun, as always, is waving to random people when driving down Coastal Highway, which everyone uses to get just about everywhere. People walking down the street, standing at a corner, waiting in the median, all targets of the random wave. And surprisingly, there seems to be about an 80 percent chance you get a wave back. I mean, here you are standing on the median in Ocean City and someone in a car you’ve never seen before waves at you…and for some reason you wave back…

    But boy is it entertaining when they do, and then get this look of “Why did I just do that/who the bejeezus was that?”.

    There are some more pictures on facebook, but I of course am too, what’s the word I’m looking for…oh right, lazy to post them in another fashion.

    By cjhannas beach food Uncategorized
  • 02 Jul

    The Greatest Problem of our Generation

    So put the entire Ert Movement on hold, we have a new more-pressing enemy to combat.

    That enemy is cow abduction.

    Without cows, our world would be a terribly sad and cheeseless abode, and nobody wants that. Visit CowAbduction.com for the complete scoop…

    By cjhannas Uncategorized
  • 25 Jun

    Up in the Sky! It’s a Bird! It’s a Plane!

    It’s Ertman!!!! And he’s now on MySpace…You want to be his friend right? At least look at his beautiful profile. And don’t forget the home of the Ert Movement

    By cjhannas ert Uncategorized
  • 08 Jun

    The Bell Tolls for Thee

    So to answer the question you haven’t asked, if I had to do something other than what I’m doing now, I’d be a social scientist. The things that people do and why they do them are just too interesting to ignore.

    The latest thing I’ve started paying attention to is how people deal with toll booths. I frequently take the Dulles Toll Road to work, which means I go through three tolls on the round trip (that’s two on the way there and one on the way back…I’m not sure why that is either…).

    Now it’s not exactly breaking news that some people–too many people–don’t think paying a toll is for them. They’re special. But what I really enjoy is the ways in which these people act while passing through the booth.

    Often during rush periods, the gates that prevent you from passing through without paying are up to speed things along. At these times, some people just flat out go through. One common method is the E-Z Pass buddy. They either have a car in front or behind them that has E-Z Pass and thus makes the light go green, though it is more fun to watch when they have the gates down, and this person goes real close to the car in front to get through before it comes back down. Another favorite when the gates are down, is the person who hopes they are going to get some help from the car behind them, but that car (often me) doesn’t pull far enough into the booth area to activate the toll just yet. If you wait back just a few feet, you can watch them scramble trying to think what to do. Then it occurs to them–I could just pay this toll thing, and this pesky gate would get out of my way.

    Good idea.

    Then there’s the fakers. These are the people who actually go to the extent of pretending they are throwing change into the basket before just driving through. Some people are really good at it, so good they might pull one over on someone who wasn’t looking for a violator. But then there are far too many people who really are just wasting their own energy. Their efforts look like they are waving to someone–but just as they start to wave that person had looked away, so they kind of cut it off at an awkward quarter-wave.

    But then again, they are too important to pay tolls, so who am I to criticize. Though they really should get out of the HOV lane when they’re driving alone…nobody’s that important.

    By cjhannas Uncategorized
  • 26 May

    Interesting Sunday

    My nemesis has reared its ugly head again. I sat down for a relaxing Sunday morning with the Washington Post, nobody in sight, responsibilities far from my mind.

    I made it through the first section with no difficulty, some big words, but no concepts beyond my grasp. Next on Sundays is the Outlook section, an expanded Op/Ed section with nicer graphics than the usual daily opinion fare. There was an article about how fewer and fewer people are getting married, a trend strongest in the black community especially among black women.

    It was a pretty good piece with some interesting points, but just before the end I encountered a startling piece of wordery…that’s right, panacea. The word that will not go away. I officially dub it The Word of 2006…

    Speaking of trends…Later on Jason was flipping through the channels and came across The Sandlot, one of the greatest movies of all time. We were discussing how the “fat kid” really didn’t look that fat in the movie, and Jason asked if any of the kids had big roles after their Sandlot appearance.

    Naturally, I turned to our good friend IMDB and started checking up on the child stars. None went on to great stardom after The Sandlot, but a surprising number followed the same post-Sandlot path…to Boy Meets World. Five of the nine kids who starred on the misfit team of backyard baseball players appeared in at least one episode of Boy Meets World–thus explaining the brilliance of both the movie and the show.

    The most successful Sandloter is arguably Brandon Adams, who not only starred in Mighty Ducks, D2 Mighty Ducks, but also Moesha, Sister Sister and The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air. If that’s not success, I don’t know what is. He also got his acting start portraying “baby Michael Jackson” in the film Moonwalker.

    By cjhannas movies Uncategorized
  • 26 May

    Tiiiiime is on My Side

    So one of the things in life that truly fascinates me is time. Someone back in the day said “hey guys, this is time and this is how it works,” and now we have this thing that can provide so many interesting things.

    Think about your day. If you’re a typical person, you get up, get ready, go to work, do some work, finish work, head home, and do some other things before going to sleep. Within all of those things, there’s always a period of time where you are waiting on something or someone that keeps you from moving forward. Whether it’s waiting on a report so you can finish a project at work, someone had an accident on the highway and you can’t get by, or the water for your spaghetti hasn’t started boiling yet, there’s tons of time everyday where you are just waiting–time is not on your side.

    But what if you could condense all of that time? At my job, there’s a looot of time where I’m just standing in the store waiting for a customer to come in. In the same vein, there are busy days where a customer comes in and has to wait for me because I’m too busy handling 2 or 3 other people. If we could just get together better, that customer would come on that day where I’m just standing around, and both of us would be more efficient. Now multiply that by the rest of the world and just think about that potential.

    When I left work today I had a slight brain freeze and went the wrong way on the Beltway. Now before you call me a complete idiot, I spent the last few days at home in Virginia, and thus had gone south, but of course today was a Maryland day and North would have been far better. It took me a few minutes to get turned around and headed the right way, but time reared it’s somewhat interesting head to brighten the situation. As I neared the American Legion Bridge, I noticed a car in the right lane ahead of me had a long, bar-like sticker in the back window.

    I thought it looked a lot like the Susquehanna University sticker in my window. But surely it couldn’t be since there are like -5 people from this area who even know what SU is. However, it was in fact from good ole SU, an occurrence I would have completely missed had I not gone the wrong way in the first place. Of course I haven’t the slightest clue who that person is, but the event alone was worth it for pure intruigement.

  • 19 May

    It’s All Becoming So Clear

    So it’s been a while, but nothing overly exciting. Finished the school part of school, just been waiting for the graduation part. Took a little detour to the beach where I saw a beached 35-ton whale that had been dead for weeks rotting in the sand. Yeah that smelled like microwaved death. Also came out of a McDonald’s and saw two seagulls…um…”wrestling” on top of the ice cream place next door.

    But that’s not important.

    I’ve also spent the last few days going through some boxes of papers and artwork from elementary school. My mother kept just about everything there was from those days, and I’m trying to get all that cut down to the really interesting or really bizarre stuff.

    So far, there has been a recurring theme. Who I was in 1st grade is not all that different from 2nd grade, 3rd grade or 4th grade, and even now. In my box from 3rd grade (that was Ms. Stellabotte for those of you scoring at home), there was a stack of birthday cards — one from each person in the class. Now it wasn’t reallllllly my birthday since that comes in the summer, but May 3rd was close enough for me and I appreciate not being left out.

    Apparently the class was able to write whatever they wanted and decorate the card however they pleased. Some drew airplanes, others just wrote “Happy Birthday!” (or some spelling that let me know that’s at least what they meant). But two of the messages really stuck out as right on the money. One had a picture of a spaceship, and underneath it says “Aliens from outer space, and Chris your [sic] one.” Sounds about right. Another is a little more direct, “Chris you are a very different boy from the rest.” Why thank you.

    There’s a poster from Kindergarten where I was apparently the “Star of the Day!!!” On the poster, there are messages like “You are nice,” “You are Funny,” and my personal favorite, “I like to go to the cafeteria with you.” Apparently I was a good lunch date back then. Some girl also apparently liked to use the computer with me. Not sure what that means.

    Two things I noticed haven’t changed a bit since then–my handwriting and my artistic ability. I really should have just stopped in 2nd grade. Neither one of those things improved measurably after that. Thank God for the advent of computers.

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