Sports psychology

Why do "elite" athletes get treated so differently from us regular folks? Julie and I wondered last night at the Ranger game how our (so-called) closer, Coco Cordero, was treated by his teammates after the scrape-by win last night. Did they yell at him? Did they ignore him? Or did they pat him on the back and say "there's always next time."

Apparently if you have an actual "closer" in the big leagues, it is imperative that they continually be pumped up and have their egos stroked, or they could have some kind of mental breakdown. Well, isn't that what's already happening? If it's not a physical reason, and the Rangers say he's healthy there, then doesn't some kind of mental block exist to make him keep blowing saves?

And why does he get free pass after free pass? If I were to screw up at work continually and was not doing the job I was getting paid to do, I don't think anyone would try to keep pumping me up. I think they would fire me after three, maybe four times tops.

I think that along with the market dictating that teams overpay players these days, they also seem to be creating weak, mentally affected whiny babies. I say either make this guy earn his keep, or replace him!

Where the heck have I been?

I can't believe it's been two months since I posted anything. You see, it's become a little more difficult to write in my blog as of late. I started this as one of several creative outlets since I feel I have none at my job. The last month or so of posts were actually done AT work. There are two things I hate to do once I get home from work: 1) Talk on the telephone and 2) Turn on my computer. So I started posting, at very brief intervals, of course, at work. Well, just about the time of my last post, we had a rain gutter back up during a weekend of nonstop downpours, and our entire offices were flooded. I was temporarily moved to our conference room, where I shared an office with our Human Resources director. Not a very good place to think about posts. THEN we were ALL moved out to the warehouse floor, where we will remain until the renovations are complete. That's where I sit right now, with 14 other desks and 14 other people watching every move I make. Can you tell I've sunk to an all time low in the morale department, sitting here not really caring that anyone could walk up at any moment and see what I'm doing?

So, seeing as we'll be in this situation until at least the first of June, my posts will be short but sweet. But I'm determined to keep them going! This is an open account of what's going on in my life, at least the parts I'm comfortable sharing about. And now I've gone and lost two months! But to borrow from June Carter Cash (and Christi's favorite quote), it's time to hunker down and press on.