8.245. Reflections on Expectations

I want to talk about our inability to have patience. In a more targeted sense, I want to talk about the high expectations that are destroying the sporting world. I feel that it is an example of what is going on with the larger argument, and I feel it is the one that is the most dangerous, as it forms our expectations and continues to push the narrative of impatience.

I am a fan of Coach Prime. He has his flaws to be clear. He has his drawbacks–one of which is the amount of attention he gets. That in of itself is an engine of division. The more that is said, the more eyes are one him. So, he instantly becomes an example of the larger phenomena. Before we talk about him, let’s talk about Tulsa and Tre Lamb. Tulsa’s new coach took the job after Tulsa went 12-24 over the past three years. He’s 2-7 this season. Nobody is calling for his job. Sanders took over a program that was equally poor and had fewer eyes on it than Tulsa, as the dog of the Pac12. Prime’s record is 16-19. His team has been ranked as high as 16th in the nation in that time. So, what is the difference? Well, I can pull the black card here (Just ask the Jets new coach!) but the real issue is eyes on the program and the larger expectations and polarizations towards what people talk about. If we are talking about them, we expect perfection. Think about Penn State. They had one of the best coaches in football. He got fired for losing 3 games.

The more in the public eye you are, the more money is spent on your program, the larger the expectations of absolute success. I remember earlier this year all eyes were on Arch Manning. He was expected to be the greatest thing since color TV. He stumbled on the big stage and people immediately called for his head. Heck, I did. He didn’t live of to expectations. I hate that the word has such negative connotations, but there it is. Expectations appear to only be good when you exceed them. That should not be how it works.

8.244. Some Thoughts

Sundays are wearing me out. I live for the days where I am enjoying the outdoors and also getting time to enjoy the things I love indoors. Sundays are working out in that fashion but it leaves me a little brain drained. That’s where this piece starts. Brain drain means few longform coherent thoughts. Which means…

Some Thoughts:

  1. I have way too many things to remember on a daily basis. I gotta break this stuff down and eliminate the things I don’t really need to do.
  2. Also need to get my life together faster–especially in terms of having teaching stuff ready way before semester.
  3. I checked my numbers for the spring. I need to get them up–especially in the creative writing classes.
  4. Everything now is about building a longform resume for the next stage. I need to be able to prove that I am a good teacher, because the next stage is about people who don’t know me when I, eventually, move and start over.
  5. Starting over is very exciting–at least at first. Finding a new routine is an adventure. Settling into a new space when you lack the funds to do it right is a straight up pain.
  6. Sports have dominated my life for a while now. It is a strange feeling to know the last kid is nearing ‘drive himself’ age and opportunity, which means my role will be super limited. I love that idea. I love how it will change my daily routine. Excited for it.