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BOBBY HULL -- THE GOLDEN HAWK |
A team is only as
strong as the season is long is a phrase I coined immediately after my debut season as a
soccer coach. The team was the Capital
Classics, an Under 8 team in the First Division city leagues (an elite team at
the time).
Right after that first season
and following my amateur soccer coaching career over the next decade coaching
the RTO Crunch (First Division) RTO-X (First Division), and AEK (Men’s Premiere
League), my coined a team is only as
strong as a season is long became my guiding principle, my epiphany, and my
reflections on any teams thereafter, be they sports or vocational or
recreational.
Here is what I know for sure about sports teams. First, players are concerned about the amount
of their playing time, and so are their parents! For first-time parents and players onto
sports teams, playing time is everything.
These players and parents could care less whether the team is performing
or over-performing statistically poor or average or sensational. They (players and parents) are only concerned
about playing time.
Once the
players have acquired the technical skills to become average or above average
players, the parent and player concern shifts to team status, their team as
compared to other teams in the league.
Competent and gifted players want to play on winning teams. It’s that simple. And usually, if a team is under-performing,
the gifted players and their parents attribute the team lack of success to
having too many not-so-gifted players (forgetting too soon that most of them
were fitting, just a season ago, that same condition of novice).
It is for
these two reasons why players leave teams, the first to get more playing time
and hoping there is less frustration on another team, and the second to get more
status and recognition, perceived by being on a team more worthy of their personal
excellence.
For reasons
of playing time and status and salary, even super athletes leave their teams. Hockey superstar, Bobby Hull, left the Chicago Black-hawks for the Winnipeg Jets. Soccer
superstar, David Beckham, left Real Madrid to play for the star studded LA
Galaxy. Players, when given the
opportunity, will leave their team for more glory and more money.
Think about
it. How can an NHL coach who makes
between a mere million a year (Dave Cameron) and 6 million smackers a year
(Mike Babcock) control the on-ice antics of a star player who makes 16 million
a year (Jon Captain Serious Toews and
Sid The Kid Crosby)?
Aside from
the complex social nuances betwixt coach and player, and player and team-mates,
and their ever present worldwide celebrity reputations, the answer is a simple
one: The coach has total control of an
athlete’s playing time in every game.
The graven principle to winning sport contests is to always have reason
to start strong with the starters, and to save the lead by finishing with the
starters.
From the
applied and practical literal of my experience with sports teams, I’ll now move
to the pragmatic realm of metaphor to my world of work and recreation. A team is only as strong as the season is
long; this applies to bands and to gigs, of course, to busking, and …
to all aspects of our social being. I’ll
begin with bands.
I’ve been in
lots of bands, my first being Sharie and the Shades, then to The
Grand Trunk Troubadours, then to Sea Horse, then to Phantom
Tide, then to Black Brook Tides, and now to The
Familiar Strangers.
Sharie and the Shades, a sixties cover band, went for
about two years, breaking up eventually because the guitarist and bass player
and drummer wanted to rise in the Regina music scene. As far as I know, only two of the original
band members of Sharie and the Shades are still active in the musical
community, my band mate, Judy (The Grand Trunk Troubadours) and me. Being a singer in Sharie and the Shades was
really cool. It was my first band
experience. All of us donned shades
(sunglasses) and sang sixties British Invasion tunes. (Sharie was the leader
and keyboard player of the band.)
The Grand Trunk
Troubadours (GTT),
a community service cover band, has been doing approximately 40 gigs every year
for the last dozen years. We’ve been on
the retirement community and community cause stage for quite some time. Though sickness and death has taken some of
the members, two of the originals (Judy and self) are still performing on a
bi-monthly basis. I love my GTT
band-mates! (The Grand Trunk Troubadours
were formed by three of us upon graduation from voice training at the
University of Regina Music Conservatory.
The Conservatory is situated on College Avenue, formerly 16th
Avenue, formerly the site of the Grand Trunk Railway station.)
Performing
for 31 consecutive days and evenings on the mean streets of Victoria, British
Columbia, my son, Baron, and I were registered under the name, Sea
Horse. Baron and I still do busk
lots, and whenever we have to register, we always still gallop into whatever
city on the Sea Horse moniker. I must
confess that summertime buskation in Victoria was the game-changing epiphany
for me -- I learned both the glorious romantic and the gritty realities of
being a busker! (Baron and I auditioned
under the name, Sea Horse, for busk performing on the Inner Harbor at
Victoria. I thought Sea Horse to be the
perfect band name because I fancied myself as a cowboy and we were busking
along the sea coast.)
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WHAT I DO BEST ON BUSKATION |
Darren, a guitar
luthier and virtuoso, and past work colleague, and I formed a quick band, Phantom
Tide, for a one-time bar gig.
Since that time, Darren and I have shared the stage several times, and
will do so for many years to come. Darren is a stage and soul mate (inside joke ... Can atheists be soul mates? ... now an outside joke). (Another colleague but not a band mate,
thought of the name, Phantom Tide. A thank-you
to Greg, for that.)
And then
came Mark, and the three of us, Darren, Mark, and I created Black
Brook Tides, for yet another bar gig. Mark and I have performed together many times
on the stage, sometimes with Darren and sometimes not (depending on whether we’ve
kicked him out of the band – an inside joke ... every time there is a disagreement I, the wannabee manager, kick him out of the band ... now, too, an outside joke).
(I’ve been to Black Brook Beach, the most beautiful beach in my world so
far. Darren is from there!)
Professionally,
I’ve three more gigs booked for this year (before busking season). For all three gigs, first being the Sheldon Kennedy evening of Champions
for Mental Health at the Conexus
Arts Centre, and the other two at the Bushwakker
Brewpub, I plan on playing the title, The Familiar Strangers. Like all the
band names previous, I am really adultently (somewhere between adolescent and
adult) excited about the new name, knowing full well the ethereal nature of
nomenclature and bands. Band-mates for
that evening shall be Cory (bass), Mark (fiddle), and Darren (lead guitar).
(Jeffery Straker’s band used to be called
Jeffery Straker and The Handsome Strangers.
I know Jeffery and I loved that band name, finally asking and getting
permission to use. “Go nuts with it, “Jeffery said.
Before re-claiming it I Googled “handsome strangers – band”. To my dismay, there were too many bands
already out there under the Handsome
Strangers, including that of Amy
Helm, daughter of Levon Helm. And so
I decided on The Familiar Strangers, a phrase used in Psychology to identify
people with whom you share common ground at a seemingly prescribed time.
Familiar strangers are those persons
you greet every morning at your bus stop and/or those strangers you see every day
in the gym, being just two such examples.)
A season is
only as strong as the season is long has other life applications, besides
members of sports groups and the bailiwick sense in bands. I mean really, if the Beatles can't stay together then what are the odds of any band, other than the Rolling Stones, staying together. The divorce rate for couples in the Western world is 50%. Your colleagues at work will dissipate over a
five year course at a rate of 99%. The odds are 100% that over the next decade all your neighbors will change (all it takes is a move). A season is only as strong as the season is long applies, too, to familiar
strangers, for they will come and go at the cloned residual rate of 100%.
I cite all
of the above as my reasons for being a busker.
In summertime I recuse myself from the complicated stages of band or any
other membership ... to be a simple and content independent Americano-sipping,
sidewalk guitar-slinger.
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BOBBY HULL -- THE GOLDEN JET |