When the world stands still: a positive response in stagnant times

This post is most likely serving more as a motivational talk to myself than anything else. I am nothing short of heartbroken that the NCAA Tournament was canceled, and am coming to terms with that as reality. I canceled travel plans out of uncertainty of travel. (Though I would have loved to been stranded in Colorado or Vegas, I’m not sure how long I could have sustained that displacement). Without diving into subjects I know very little about, and making comments that are clearly from my well-protected environment, I send the healthiest of vibes to all of those negatively affected and highlight the concern over a society that reacts/responds to the most vulnerable and sensitive of a community. (See: the scene in 300 where the once discarded Ephialtes is spared but ends up dooming the Spartans in the end…)

Time. Stands. Still. We have already been notified that we will be off of school the week after this, which happens to be our spring break. Sports are postponed or canceled. There went my go-to time-killing enjoyment of life. So now what? I’m by no means at a shortage of activities and options. I’m blessed with that. I won’t complain about the situation in which I find myself because it is safe, healthy, and abundant. However, with nothing but time at the moment, I am inspired to do…more.

What will be your contribution to our world, or your immediate world, as a result of this time? What will you be able to look back upon and say, “If it weren’t for that strange month in 2020, I would never have _______”.

I have plans to make my dent. I’m allowing myself some time to shake off the disappointment of changed plans; I need to accept and embrace the loss of my “all the holidays rolled into one” of March Madness. There are things bigger in life, but there are also things bigger than fear and suffering. Challenge yourself to accomplish one of those, whether it is on a personal, family, community, or global scale.

Stay healthy friends.

Detroit vs. Everybody - self-fulfilling prophecy or cosmic truth?

It’s the night before Thanksgiving and I sit to type with a full heart. Tomorrow, my heart will remain as full and my stomach will rival that feeling. Food, family, and tradition; food, family and football; food, family and football tradition. As a fan of the Detroit Lions, Thanksgiving has always meant these things, and always delivered them. I was lucky enough to attend a Lions-Bears Thanksgiving Day game some years back and, as a native of Chicagoland, a Lion living behind enemy lines, it was an incredible experience to visit Ford Field and watch a relatively rare victory.

“Relatively rare”. The pain and reality of being a Lions fan is well-known and maybe even more well-documented. The sympathetic sigh from even strangers when they find out who “your team” is resonates to the soul. They don’t know the pain, but they know of the pain. However, to hear that some are promoting a boycott of the Lions on Thanksgiving Day shifts a stoic passivity to a typed anger, for it is exactly these “fans” that may in fact be bringing down our storied franchise.

Detroit actually has a history of success, it just hasn’t been recently. Detroit also has a history of talent. Within my lifetime we have had arguably the best running back in NFL history, one of the most dominant wide receivers in NFL history (when the refs weren’t taking away clear catches because of a well-deserved celebration), and probably one of the toughest quarterbacks in NFL history. However, we are better known for futility on the field, drafting wide receivers every year, being at the wrong end of some of the most memorably horrendous calls ever made…and this has become our identity. It has become what the league thinks of us, it has become what all fans of football think of us, and it has admittedly become what we think of us. There are countless Sunday afternoons where I am measuring my excitement because I “know” that we are somehow going to mess up a good thing. Even when the final whistle blows, I find some justification for my lack of enthusiasm. There is no fan more frequently right about his/her team than a Lions’ fan…and this is never in the positive.

Now I hate it, but I will allow myself hope. It is sarcastic, pessimistic, history-damaged hope, but I have it. Being allowed the tradition of the Thanksgiving game, I am somewhat content in the season if it is the one game we win. I will make friendly wagers on the game, I will have my Jason Hanson jersey ready to wear, and often I will hope the tryptophan kicks in before I have to see the end of the game…but I have hope.

I also have a proposition: let’s all hope. More, let’s all know. Let’s all know it’s going to get better. Let’s all know that we are going in the right direction. Let’s all know we are making the playoffs next year. Let’s all know, that even with a third-string quarterback and numerous other starters out, that we will be competitive tomorrow; let’s all know that we ARE Thanksgiving football.

Now, before you laugh, I KNOW this is crazy. The last thing I am good at is blind hope, worse hope where hope may not exist. But why not? Has all the negativity helped? Has all the hate helped? Has all the Detroit vs. Everybody helped except to reiterate how frequently we get jobbed out of a call, out of a game, out of a smile or something to cheer about? Maybe, knowing that we have a franchise of despair, it is up to us, the fans, to shift the momentum to something positive…to believe.

The lifetime Lions fan in me hates everything I just said. It doesn’t sound right, it doesn’t feel right. For so long I have “been right” when I predict a turnover, when I foresee a blunder, when I expect a loss. I’d be happy to be wrong. The culture has improved but the football has not. I’d be happy to be at least partially wrong. We have no chance tomorrow. I’d be thrilled to be completely incorrect. I don’t need a Super Bowl immediately, but I’d love to at least have hope. I’d love to lose in the playoffs to a better team that beats us without black-and-white assistance. I’d love for the organization to mend relationships, hire the right people because they are good people, and follow the lead of the fan-base toward a better future.

At the very least…Honolulu Blue is easily the most beautiful color in the NFL. Wear it proudly tomorrow; Thanksgiving is our day.

Happy Thanksgiving. One Pride.

Competitive Wellness Series - Primal Cues

I’m currently listening to “The Talent Code”, by Daniel Coyle on Audible, and if you’re in the market, even just for a single chapter of a book, Chapter 5 on “primal cues” is an eye opener. The book itself investigates talent: how it develops, why “hotbeds” exist, and what to do to enhance it. With a heavy stress on myelin, and its role in increasing speed of electrical communication between neurons in the brain, Coyle investigates ways to maximize training, acquisition, and performance. 

My knowledge of such things is limited, but my interest is deep. Training is training, coaching is coaching, but understanding where talent, and talented performance, come from essentially sets a neurological goal for each task. It is no longer, “Do this over and over until you get it right,” but “Do this with the intention of mastering this piece of the larger puzzle before we move on.” There are so many layers to each instruction, and then just as many to each execution, evaluation, and effortful change, as Coyle notes with many examples. Chapter 5 explained one of these layers explicitly. 

Coyle discusses his own children, noting their individual abilities in regards to foot speed. This led to an investigation of both 100 meter dash champions and top NFL running backs. A leap from his own kids running in the backyard, exposed was a correlation between birth order and some of the fastest athletes of all time. Typically, these athletes were late in the birth order in their families. The association, the bridge, was that these humans spent the early portion of their lives “keeping up” with the rest of their family. This provided an increased need for quickness, and a greater length of time developing myelin around neurons sending messages of speed. 

In regards to “primal cues”, Coyle refers to those instincts that have been part of human existence since...well human existence. They are the triggers and motivations that have risen with evolution because, those who didn’t possess them or develop them in an appropriate amount of time, didn’t survive. These factors are ones that can produce learning and purposeful practice more naturally. See: the youngest child trying to keep up with his or her older siblings so as not to be left behind. 

As an athlete growing up, I never developed that “killer instinct”. I was much more cognitive than carnal. My old high school coach introduced me to the new coach at my alma mater as “maybe the most intellectual player the program has ever had”. Knowing his intending it as a compliment, I also understood how it is exactly what made me a waste of potential, (and also led me into a profession of helping young athletes avoid the same fate). 

Within a program and community of abundance, we had two freshman teams and a sophomore team before JV and Varsity merged as one. The first true “trigger” of survival came in year two, cutting from two teams to one. From both playing days and coaching, the “B team” players who made the Sophomore team almost always had a different edge to them. That competitive spirit that you rallied the team around came from the “less talented” players. Was this the result of them having worked harder and improved more? Was it the result of them kicking into “survival mode” thinking the deck was stacked against them? I would venture the same is probably true of athletes in an environment with only a JV and Varsity squad. The compression of the learning curve associated with an activity an athlete is passionate about may be the key to quicker and/or greater success. 

All of this is well and good; insight into what may trigger effortful practice and intention of humans for improvement. However, if we aren’t able to apply this to our students, athletes, and ourselves, then we risk being those early humans that didn’t make it, or the younger sibling that wasn’t interested in keeping up...we may simply fall behind. So what do we do? What can we offer? How much can we convince our athletes that Now isn’t the end? How do we hit that trigger for a primal cue in a healthy and supportive way? Listed below are some quick thoughts to reflect upon: 

Create eustress in a controlled environment (a feeling of danger in a safe place)

Ex. Fluctuating lineups, awareness of competition

Provide an abundance of opportunity to fail and correct

Ex. Encouraging independent practice time of concepts

(I hesitate on “provide” because if the athlete is truly triggered, he/she will create that time on their own)


”Your survival is someone else’s survival” (create community of mutual reliance)

Ex. Team goals and consequences based on individual achievement

Most of these concepts come naturally to (good) teachers and coaches: find a way to motivate and expose bit-by-bit to stress that can be overcome. We each have our own ways of forging the steel of the next class or generation, and it always requires fire. The example that continues to play in my head is a childhood terror: the basement. Cognitively, there was no monster lurking, waiting for the light to turn off for its opportunity to attack you in whatever distance there was from the switch to the door. However evolutionary primal cues screamed inside us, “Get up the stairs as fast as humanly possible or you won’t make it out alive!” The footspeed, coordination, and confidence to move quickly that came out of that experience may have created some incredible athletes...if only we can harness that and use it for purposeful improvement. 

Stay scared friends, 

Own Your I

Follow up research: 

“The Talent Code” Daniel Coyle

“The Culture Code” Daniel Coyle

Martin Eisenstadt - clinical psychologist, parental-loss

Eustress