More like my dentist
Posted by Ethan Barron on Friday, January 16th, 2009
Okay, so I’ve dropped the ball with this blog lately. Actually, that’s putting it nicely. I’m more like the quarterback who dropped the ball, kept kicking it as he tried to pick it up, and then eventually kicked it out of the endzone for a safety. Well maybe I’m not that bad, but I’m somewhere in between
So I know that I’ve been out of contact for three weeks or so and we would all hope that I’d have some golden nugget of truth to share after such a long hiatus. Sadly, this is not the case; however, I did have one thought yesterday that I’d like to share.
My dentist reads my blog.
Sorry, Doc, don’t mean to put you on the spot, but now you’ve made the big-time. No, really, she’s read my blog. At first, I didn’t know what to make of it. Should I be honored or weirded out? As I reflected on it, I realized that it was a great thing and that I had too few relationships like that in my life
So I’m only 29-years-old and, in my eyes, that is too young to start a sentence with “back in the good old days.” That being said, back in the good old days…you knew people. You knew your barber, your dentist, your doctor, your grocer, mechanic, plumber, everyone. You probably never invited your barber over for Sunday dinner, but when you went in for a trim he knew you. You were more than just a head of hair that needed cutting. Or a cavity that needed filling. The conversation would pick up right where it left of, almost as if it was only a day that had passed and not 3-6 months.
My dentist takes a vested interested in my life that happens outside my molars and bicuspids. It’s a refreshing change of gears. But most importantly it is a great reminder for me. This is a skill that is crucial for coaches to have, foster, and continually develop. Athletes are more than PR’s, more than a pair of legs that run around the track. It sounds stupid, but athletes are people too. They have a life outside the two hours they are at practice and that matters even more.
I’ll be the first to admit that sometimes I get caught up in all the action of practice and all the chaos of putting on a meet and this fact gets lost in the shuffle. But that makes it even more important to keep an eye on it. My biggest problem is that I absolutely hate small talk. I adore conversations with substance, but sometimes I think I’m allergic to the small stuff.
Long story short, sometimes I think I need to be more like my dentist.
I don’t know how many people out there have ever said that sentence, but thanks for filling the cavity, Doc.
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