“No-one puts more pressure on me than myself” – Athletes Cliché
I’ve been thinking about pressure recently. I watched the inauguration ceremony and aside from the obvious historical relevance what stuck with me was the few shots we were shown of President Obama as he was walking through the hallways leading up to the balcony. Head up, eyes forward, looking like a guy totally ready to take on the biggest job in world even though he will clearly have an indefinable level of pressure on him.
The average person will never know such pressure. The pressure we face in life is split into milestones. For me, in my limited years it has all been about pressure in education. Setting goals, reaching goals and trying not to screw up and waste my parent’s money in the process, and there will be plenty more down the line that hopefully I will succeed with at similar level as those I have already achieved.
Now you may wonder what the hell that has to do with baseball or the Yankees. In the mix of my day dreaming I thought about the Yankees and the pressure that comes with signing a deal, big or small and putting on those pinstripes. Probably not as big a deal as being leader of the free world, and probably not as minor as the life of student scrapping his way through grad school, so lets just say what Yankees players face is somewhere in the middle.
I’ve watched a lot of press conferences and I read every bit of information I can get my hands on and the quote that opens this blog is one that I hear a lot. In most cases it may not be so cliché. When a player from Kansas or LA or Florida says those words after signing a deal I can probably believe that what he is saying is true. That his own will and drive to be great is no greater than those who pay him to play or pay to watch him play. Our team isn’t in Kansas. The Yankees are not from LA or Florida. They are in New York where that line does not apply. Where those words take on their cliché status and where even though it is the same game played in all of the other 30 major league cities, it is just a bit different.
I have but one major worry with Mr’s Burnett, Sabathia and Teixeira. It has nothing to do with elbows or shoulders. Injuries happen, though hopefully they wont, and even if they do I have to presume it wont be a Carl Pavano situation for any of these players. I don’t worry about talent or skill. All of the additions have it, the deals have them at the peak levels of their talent and I doubt that any of this trio will suddenly wake up one day soon and lose their ability to do what they do.
What I worry about is an unknown yet inevitable day this year. A day when I will crawl out of bed, stumble across the hallway to my pc to read about the game that has passed in my slumber and read a back page along the lines of:
“Sabathia Smacked By Sox”
“Burnett Bombed by BoSox”
“Teixeira Tanks in 8th”
Now those headlines will mean nothing much to us. We are Yankees fans and for the most part we a desensitised to the nature of our over the top expectations. However I wonder what will happen to the aforementioned players when they wake to see these headlines plastered across the overly dramatic back-page background of them with a slumped head heading back to the dugout or the vision of them walking off the mound – hat tipped up, wiping the sweat from their brow whilst closing their eyes and exhaling in the typical shot that photographers always seem to get.
I wonder how they will react when they see this. New York chews up and spits out more athletes than any other city regardless of expectations, salary or sport. It is a wonder to me that A-Rod can still take it, as even the press realises that a mix of their words and our expectations enables them to caricature Rodriguez with the weight of the world on his back in a way that is meant to be amusing, but is maybe too close to the truth to be funny.
That is what I worry about. The situation I have described will happen. Perfection is unattainable in life and in baseball and when it happens it will be on of those defining pressure milestones for the players involved. How they respond is vital and you obviously hope they respond in the right way, with strength and accountability, but at the same time realise that just as that hurdle is passed it is there again in the next game, in the next at bat waiting to trip you up and if you can’t handle the pressure then you will keep falling.
I don’t know how it will be set-up in the new stadium, but in the old one as you walked down the tunnel leading up to the dugout there was the sign stated the famous Joe DiMaggio quote, “I thank the Good Lord for making me a Yankee”. That’s a true statement but just so these players know what they are really in for they could also hang up the following:
I’ve been thinking about pressure recently. I watched the inauguration ceremony and aside from the obvious historical relevance what stuck with me was the few shots we were shown of President Obama as he was walking through the hallways leading up to the balcony. Head up, eyes forward, looking like a guy totally ready to take on the biggest job in world even though he will clearly have an indefinable level of pressure on him.
The average person will never know such pressure. The pressure we face in life is split into milestones. For me, in my limited years it has all been about pressure in education. Setting goals, reaching goals and trying not to screw up and waste my parent’s money in the process, and there will be plenty more down the line that hopefully I will succeed with at similar level as those I have already achieved.
Now you may wonder what the hell that has to do with baseball or the Yankees. In the mix of my day dreaming I thought about the Yankees and the pressure that comes with signing a deal, big or small and putting on those pinstripes. Probably not as big a deal as being leader of the free world, and probably not as minor as the life of student scrapping his way through grad school, so lets just say what Yankees players face is somewhere in the middle.
I’ve watched a lot of press conferences and I read every bit of information I can get my hands on and the quote that opens this blog is one that I hear a lot. In most cases it may not be so cliché. When a player from Kansas or LA or Florida says those words after signing a deal I can probably believe that what he is saying is true. That his own will and drive to be great is no greater than those who pay him to play or pay to watch him play. Our team isn’t in Kansas. The Yankees are not from LA or Florida. They are in New York where that line does not apply. Where those words take on their cliché status and where even though it is the same game played in all of the other 30 major league cities, it is just a bit different.
I have but one major worry with Mr’s Burnett, Sabathia and Teixeira. It has nothing to do with elbows or shoulders. Injuries happen, though hopefully they wont, and even if they do I have to presume it wont be a Carl Pavano situation for any of these players. I don’t worry about talent or skill. All of the additions have it, the deals have them at the peak levels of their talent and I doubt that any of this trio will suddenly wake up one day soon and lose their ability to do what they do.
What I worry about is an unknown yet inevitable day this year. A day when I will crawl out of bed, stumble across the hallway to my pc to read about the game that has passed in my slumber and read a back page along the lines of:
“Sabathia Smacked By Sox”
“Burnett Bombed by BoSox”
“Teixeira Tanks in 8th”
Now those headlines will mean nothing much to us. We are Yankees fans and for the most part we a desensitised to the nature of our over the top expectations. However I wonder what will happen to the aforementioned players when they wake to see these headlines plastered across the overly dramatic back-page background of them with a slumped head heading back to the dugout or the vision of them walking off the mound – hat tipped up, wiping the sweat from their brow whilst closing their eyes and exhaling in the typical shot that photographers always seem to get.
I wonder how they will react when they see this. New York chews up and spits out more athletes than any other city regardless of expectations, salary or sport. It is a wonder to me that A-Rod can still take it, as even the press realises that a mix of their words and our expectations enables them to caricature Rodriguez with the weight of the world on his back in a way that is meant to be amusing, but is maybe too close to the truth to be funny.
That is what I worry about. The situation I have described will happen. Perfection is unattainable in life and in baseball and when it happens it will be on of those defining pressure milestones for the players involved. How they respond is vital and you obviously hope they respond in the right way, with strength and accountability, but at the same time realise that just as that hurdle is passed it is there again in the next game, in the next at bat waiting to trip you up and if you can’t handle the pressure then you will keep falling.
I don’t know how it will be set-up in the new stadium, but in the old one as you walked down the tunnel leading up to the dugout there was the sign stated the famous Joe DiMaggio quote, “I thank the Good Lord for making me a Yankee”. That’s a true statement but just so these players know what they are really in for they could also hang up the following:
“No-one can put more pressure on you than we can” – New York Yankees