The NFL Comes To Grips With Human Resources and Not Being Incognito

Last year, The NFL and Roger Goodell had their hands full with the pay dispute over the referees. We, as viewers and players, were happy to see the referees return to the field and bring the season back to normality. Big business always has labor disputes - it's part of the territory. Big business also has Human Resource issues and none bigger than what is transpiring in Miami.

I sit in bewilderment when I hear people and pundits on radio and television say - along with fellow NFL players - that there is an attitude one has to bring to the game of football. I heard something akin to this: To play football professionally, you really have to have an attitude that other people or athletes just don't have or understand. Well quite frankly, I couldn't disagree more on two separate fronts.

On the sport front, it really is a ridiculous statement. Football players are no grittier than rugby or ice hockey players or race car drivers who dash from death weekly on the Nascar or Grand Prix tours. Having played both rugby and football myself, I found rugby ten times more grueling without having any stoppage in play, having to play offense and defense, and hitting just as hard all without any padding or head protection. Rugby players rarely question the referee - they play a mean game with tact, sportsmanship and brutality. I am sure hockey players would say their game is brutal too. To sail around the world solo is grittier than I can imagine.To play 162 games in one season, as major league baseball professionals do, is unrivaled. Night after night, traveling and playing and then traveling again. Brutal on the mind and body. The NFL, folks, is just another game and sport.

But more importantly, we are all football players. We, as Americans, work to provide for our family and maintain an economy in a moral-based environment and country. And there is never an excuse to racially slur or humiliate a fellow worker. It's a sad day to see a team effort debased by offensive behavior.

Football is one of America's biggest exports in reality with games now watched across the globe. It's big business. And this "attitude" that one has to bring is brought into a significant workplace - the locker room and on the field. NFL players are employees and are paid to perform. They cannot make the workplace hostile to fellow colleagues, players or coaches. If they do, they should be dismissed like any other employee. NFL players are just like the rest of us workers: working hard in a stressful environment. No different. No one should ever use the "N" word, as a person or an employee. Nor should any football player at any time for any reason. Neither can Richard Incognito. To even start defending him is callous and wrong.

This is a human resources issue which could lead to criminal charges, and the NFL needs to get on board and stamp on this harder than they are stamping down on helmet to helmet hits. How can we improve our own workplaces here in our cubicles or are classrooms when our "idols" in the NFL are using the "N" word? We can't. We have to show the world how wrong this is and in order to do that Incognito must become incognito - terminated by the Dolphins and banned from the NFL without severance or benefits and without a glowing reference. Anyone in any other office environment or workplace would be treated, hopefully, in the same way. The NFL is no different and they had better understand that point sooner rather than later.

Don't Burn Your Bridges... In Golf, In Sport, or in Life.

As I watch the drama of the President's Cup unfold, I am reminded as Tiger Woods plays with Adam Scott that Burning Your Bridges is never a good idea in life or in sport.

By Burning One's Bridges, which is an idiom of course of American English, we really mean more than just disliking someone or something. Burning Your Bridges, really comes from the military and the strategy in which one army would burn the bridge or bridges to prevent the pursuing army from chasing. However, what about being outflanked?

That's what happens in life. Being outflanked. It happens in sports too. It happened when Steve Williams started bad-mouthing his former employer, Tiger Woods, in 2011. We were led to assume that Williams was fired for working with Adam Scott while Woods was injured. But there were deeper secrets than that and Williams learned quickly how the media can turn a jest or a joke into a context about a former employer. And when Scott won his first tournament with Williams as his caddie, Scott retorted that it was the pinnacle of his career as a caddie - debasing the years he had worked with Woods and won so many titles. Williams was quoted saying to David Feherty of CBS: "I’ve caddied for 33 years — 145 wins now — and that’s the best win I’ve ever had."

That's Burning Your Bridges...

It's taken more than two years to build the bridge between Woods and Williams. Williams actually has gotten off pretty lucky. His employer, Adam, has been top three in the world for the majority of the past few months and Tiger, forced to take the high road anyhow following his own scandal, really didn't say much in retaliation.

But think about where these two might be without two years in the doldrums. That's why it's hard to retreat once you've Burned That Bridge. No tension would have ensued. Perhaps Tiger would have played better and Williams' book might have sold better. One doesn't know.

So, today was refreshing not for Tiger's win but the handshake afterward. With Matt Kuchar and Tiger winning the match today, Williams was in a position to shake Tiger's hand first and he did just that - no hesitation between the two men. Life is short so keep those bridges built.

Part Two: Number Two Greatest Player All Time...

So, as my friend Ron put it in the gym the other day: "How can we rate your third choice Ed without knowing the other two?" He's right! So, I have been hard at work thinking and rethinking my top two slots of Greatest Player Ever...

The Era In Which We Play Clearly Creates A Bias

I am constantly reminded I am still just in my 40s. I feel like youth has followed me since I was a kid: "Ed, you're just a teenager..." has turned into: "Ed, your just in your mid 40s." Perhaps I hang with an older crowd? I know I did as a toddler but infants, disregarding the Etrade advertisements, couldn't hold a conversation with me. So I went for older kids when looking for friends. Maybe that trend has never changed.

Whatever the reason, it came up today once again as I toweled off between games. As I got into the car, I thought about the greatest players of all time and how it is so hard to compare a Rod Laver whom I saw play once to an Andre Agassi, with whom I have hit balls and watched play hundreds of times.

The Open Era changed the game in terms of competition in the 60s. Television coverage and popularity of the sport brought masses to the sport in the 70s. Racquet advancement and technology have changed the game in more recent years. Can you imagine Rod Laver with a Wilson Spin? Interesting to think about.

Needless to say, I finally put all the facets of the game and its players in place. The second slot, all time, greatest... and here comes the double whammy:

Rod Laver and Margaret Court

Rod Laver really was an immense presence in the game. He is even to today. Respected by his peers as well as those great players to follow like Pete Sampras and Roger Federer.

But his peers, especially in his native Australia, were some of the greatest players the sport of tennis has ever seen. These were the golden days of Australian tennis with players like Roy Emerson, John Newcombe, Ken Rosewall, Fred Stolle, Tony Roche, Neale Fraser, and Frank Bromwich among others. Has a country ever dominated a sport as the Australians did through the 50s and 60s? Maybe the All-Blacks in rugby? But then again not too many Word Cups to their country's team. Maybe America with Lance Armstrong and cycling? But we know what happened there. Maybe British rowing with Sir Steve Redgrave? But the Aussies in tennis surely dominated.

With all this said, Rod Laver, with this incredible group of countrymen competing against him at every turn, was able to win two Grand Slams - all four majors in one year. Yep, he did that twice. Never done since. I doubt it will be done again.

Had I been Australian, I think perhaps Rod Laver and Margaret Court would be tied for Number One all time. For as Laver was completing his domination of the sport, Margaret Court took 62 Grand

Slam titles - 24 Singles titles with 19 Ladies Doubles and 19 Mixed Doubles. Yes, 24. We are in awe of Roger's 17. Court has 24! Add the doubles. You can't discount those numbers.

In addition, we often forget about those doubles titles when we talk about the greatest player ever, but the talent required to play both singles and doubles, in my opinion, is a true test of the greatness of any player. I've said it before defending McEnroe and I'll say it again. Talent and mental toughness for two different games.

Margaret stands atop the professional tennis world with the most Grand Slam Championships to her name in the sport. And who said the Greatest Player Of All Time was limited to just the men? I didn't.

So, who is the greatest player of all time? I've taken out of my mix: Federer, Laver and Court. Who's left? Your call! I know my vote.

Roger Federer - The Best Player Ever?

One of my colleagues, Mary, said that she has to hand it to the ESPN commentators covering the US Open. "What other sport can last up to 4 hours with just 2 people to talk about? How can they fill all that time?" You're right, Mary. And, of course, while we were watching the Roger Federer's US Open at the hands of Tommy Robredo two nights ago, the issue whether Roger was the best player was discussed for at least 3 of the 32 games.

I love making lists, and on my list Roger is third. You may ask why. Here's why.

Number One, All-Time Primary Reason. Each and every great player in a sport has a rival, someone who brings the best out of his or her game. One thinks of Ali and Frazier, Bird and Johnson, Nicklaus and Watson. These are storied rivalries. In tennis we've had Navratilova and Evert, Sampras and Agassi... for Federer, that rival is Rafael Nadal. Between the two gentlemen, they have held the top two rankings in the world for close to 4 years, roughly 2005 through 2009. And in such great rivalries it is usually the case the two have close head to head records: Navratilova led Evert 43-37 for example.

Nadal 21 Wins, Federer 10 Wins

This is remarkable. Nadal really has Federer's number. And before you say anything: on each surface. Nadal has won 13 of the 15 matches they've played on clay, 7 of the 13 matches on hard courts and one of their three encounters on grass - that one win in the perhaps the greatest final at Wimbledon... ever.

One can argue with me that you can be the greatest player of all time based on number of Grand Prix wins, based on a sport's domination for 9 years, based on his or her game. I take all those into consideration and they are important. But I would also argue that if one were to be the greatest player in the world that we've ever seen, one needs to have a closer record against a rival. To have lost more than half the encounters begs the question: How can Federer be the greatest player of all time if he can't even beat the rival of his own era?

With Roger's career coming to a close I am sure in the not-too-distant future, I think this question is at the heart of the debate and a great debate it is. Keep thinking about it and perhaps it might help you to come up with your own list of the greatest of all time. I'll let you know who my number one and two are soon - and maybe there's a new one coming down the pike. Let's hope so. We're gonna miss The Fed more than we know once he hangs up his racquet.

Hewitt and Longevity and What Could Have Been...

As Lleyton Hewitt wore down Argentine Juan Martin Del Potro who finally double faulted the match away in a fifth set, I heard a statistic that made me think. The statistic was that it was 12 years ago that Hewitt won the US Open! 12 years ago. For 12 years, Hewitt has been running around, grinding, hitting and playing at the top level. And, he did it again last night.

He moved Del Potro from side to side. He took advantage of his speed and showed Del Potro low ball after low ball for which the tall Argentine had to bend and bend again. Once Del Potro's legs got tired, he started bending from the waist in the fifth set and that was that. 

We forget the longevity of this Australian. 12 years ago. Nadal was 15. Federer hadn't even won his first Grand Slam, and following the horrible events of 9/11, President Bush created the Office of Homeland Security.

Part of this is that Hewitt holds the distinction of being the youngest Grand Slam Champion of all time in the Open era as well as being the youngest player to ever be ranked No. 1 in the world. Few players can last 12 years in a sport which perhaps has the longest professional season and grueling schedule. Hats off to this Australian who has maintained, through injuries, a game that is one of the best in an era.

What is scary to think is how many titles Hewitt would have won over this long career had a certain Roger Federer not showed up and won Wimbledon in 2003. Maybe as many as someone who has been around even longer and has more singles, doubles and mixed titles since her 1999 win at US Open 14 years ago: Serena Williams.

C'est Si Bon - The French Open in Springtime

Les Courts Rouge. La Rive Gauche. Porte d'Auteuil. Roland Garros. C'est Paris en les printemps.

I have been to the French Open on two occasions. One was way back in my post student years when I was working with the ATP Tour. The more recent opportunity to visit was a few years ago. One of my best friends, who is French, was having a tough time and his father, who had never called me and doesn't speak any English, called me to see if I could go and visit and spend some time with him - we met in Paris and hung out and the French Open seemed like a great day out. It was. C'est si bon...

Yves Montand - C'est Si Bon

Paris in the Spring, as Cole Porter wrote, is truly special. There are other cities I guess that have some great qualities in the Spring - Washington DC's cherry blossoms are amazing - but Paris has that "je ne sais quoi" and The French Open at Roland Garros is a part of the Spring Saison. In 1865, Jules Jaluzot founded the famous department store Printemps - which surely meant that Springtime in Paris is surely special.

Have you noticed that the French really love wearing ties and scarves? The crowds at Roland Garros, named after the aviator above who was the first man to fly across the Mediterranean, are by far the best dressed in the sporting world.

Named after one of the aviators at an exclusive Parisian Club, Roland Garros is perhaps the most intimate of all the tennis majors. The show courts are comfortable, unlike Wimbledon. They are cozy, unlike the US Open and Australia. The site was given to the French Tennis Federation back in 1928 by Stade Francais to host the 4 Musketeers who had just beaten the Americans on US soil in 1928

Jacques "Toto" Brugnon, Jean Borotra, Henri Cochet and René Lacoste in fact took French tennis global, winning five Davis Cups and winning the long awaited rematch at the new French tennis home in 1928 at Roland Garros. These Frenchmen went on to win an unprecedented five Davis Cups in a row.

The Four Musketeers who won The Davis Cup in 1928 at the new Roland Garros. Rene Lacoste already has the alligator. All they're missing are the ties!

The surface has never changed, and the maxim that the red clay is a leveler is surely appropriate. What's most interesting in looking at the list of Champions and even runner-ups is who is not there. Pete Sampras never won here, which in my book denies him from being the best player ever. The fact that Roger Federer has won this Championship only once speaks volumes. One of the best finesse players ever to take the court, Roger finally won here in 2009. Guess who only won once as well? Rod Laver who many say is the greatest player of all time won it just once - the year he won all the majors fortunately for him. And Ilie Nastase, who arguably was the greatest finesse player, won it just once.

On the women's side, people rarely note that among all her majors, Martina Navratilova just won it twice whereas the clay favored diminutive Justine Henin who took home the trophy on four separate occasions.

The list of Champions is surely a quirky statistic that we can reflect on every year as the red clay in Paris covers socks, ankles, racquets and balls. But there is an art to tennis when the tour makes its ultimate annual stop in what was once fields just to the South of the beautiful Bois du Boulogne. Even the cameramen for France 2 find artistic angles and views which I believe bring the viewer in closer to the action and help the television viewing world to feel just that little bit Francais.

Thus far this year's French Internationale, as it was called when they opened the tournament to non French Club players back in the early 20th Century, has not waivered too much away from the seeds. Upsets are coming I am sure and the quirky list that mark the Championship's winners I am sure will have another surprise in store for us this year.

The Evolution of the Grip and The Loss of The Continental

I was told one day years ago the following: Tennis was developed in Continental Europe and therefore the real first grip used was termed Continental. When the New World (i.e. New England) took on the sport of tennis, the Eastern grip was really developed on the East Coast of the United States. As you move the grip around the racquet, you move Western. The Western grips were established by West Coast American players and finally the Semi-Western and Full Western grips by the Australians.

Now, I cannot find anything to back that up, and the basis of the story may or may not be true. But, it's a nice story to use when teaching children tennis and geography and to use the sides of the racquet as a globe as you move around the world... and the racquet.

In doing some research, the 1860s saw the use of a Western Grip - and we thought it was a new grip in the 21st Century (well at least I did)! And perhaps my story above holds out as Californian Bill Johnston played our splendid game in the early 1900s and used his Western Forehand grip to help the USA win seven consecutive Davis Cups. His forehand was considered the best in the world at the time and he finally relinquished his number one American rank to Big Bill Tilden in the early 1920s.

The modern game of tennis sees most of the students learn a forehand first and usually, with an Eastern grip where the knuckle is straight behind the racquet's grip, taught primarily to help juniors with their groundstrokes. For years, through the 1960s and 1970s, many students of the game, initially held the racquet with a continental grip and then moved over to the Eastern grip. This is how I learned and, perhaps you may call it old school, there are some advantages to this progression or at least familiarization with the Continental grip.

Once we are out of our comfort zone at the baseline, the Continental grip is ubiquitous. In reality, any time one moves forward, the continental grip is really the grip of choice. There are several reasons for this and many of my students ask "When should I change?"

The only time I can think of keeping your full forehand grip, whether it be Eastern, Semi-Western, or Western as you move into the court and toward the net is on a ball that is presented to you above waist height where you can really hit top-spin on an approach shot. If the ball is low and forcing you to reach, well then the "Do the Continental with me..."

The Continental grip really forces the racquet head to angle upward underneath the ball at contact if contact is made in front of the body. Therefore on any low ball, requiring slice or simply to get it back up over the net, the Continental grip alleviates the flat racquet head position with the strings flush to the net which is caused by an Eastern or Western grip.

This comes in handy on a low approach or a low volley. I harken back to Andy Roddick, who too often didn't change to a Continental grip and one can remember how many balls would be caught by the net as he approached. The picture above illustrates this. The racquet head is flat to the ball and flush to the net, whereas a continental grip in the same situation would allow the strings to be angled upward.

One of the greatest players at the net and inside the court was Stefan Edberg. I had the opportunity to practice with him just prior to Wimbledon years back and at the net he was flawless. I use a more recent photo, but look at the Continental grip and the angle of the racquet as it approaches the ball.

Same ball, same place on the court... different racquet and hand angle due to the grip. In fact, I think you can spy his index finger up along the back of the grip. The next time you practice volleying, try just volleying with your index finger and thumb on the racquet and controlling the racquet head angle with the heel of your hand. Those three points of contact are really what control the racquet in a Continental grip, not fingers three, four or five.

Unfortunately, we teach the Eastern or Western grips all too often and all too long with our juniors who spend hours on the baseline. A good opponent, noting that you are not comfortable at the net, will bring you in to net and test that volley. Once you leave the backcourt, you leave that grip behind at the baseline. Andy found it hard to change and if he found it difficult to change, as one of the best players in the world, so is a junior looking to climb the rankings who doesn't practice it or learn it early on in development.

If one feels comfortable with the Continental grip, they can remain in that grip for even a return of serve if they feel they don't have the time to change grips on a service return. Once at net, no need to change grips between a backhand or forehand volley or an overhead. All Continental. Simplicity.

In each lesson, I try to reserve at least 15 to 20 minutes of the hour to working with a continental grip - whether it be for the volley, approach shot, overhead or serve. A good junior player, in fact any player, should feel comfortable with the Continental grip. And if you are an odds maker - well that's four strokes with a Continental grip compared to the one stroke for the other forehand grips.

 

 

The Drop, Technology, Media and The Penalty of Being the Best and Worst in Sport

Technology, Media And A Penalty Drop

After his round Friday, Tiger Woods was just behind the leaders and thinking how he could overtake the leaderboard on the third day at Augusta. He received an early morning text message to meet with the Rules Committee and was told that he was receiving a two-stroke penalty for an improper drop.

The rule, in and of itself, is vague. The rule stipulates that after entering a hazard an option is to: "Proceed under the stroke and distance provision of Rule 27-1 by playing a ball as nearly as possible at the spot from which the original ball was last played." But, this is golf. Rulings are always complicated. But now, they take on even more complexity when the media, television and Twitter are involved.

A television viewer initially made contact with a Rules Official at Augusta noting that the drop on the 15th hole was in violation of the rule. The Rules Committee investigated and decided that no rule had been violated. Then, Tiger, as he does so often, said too much. In his television interview he said that he had dropped "two yards" behind his original divot and hit the same exact shot. The Rules Committee then decided that there was intent to achieve a better position and thus assessed the two-stroke penalty. All because of a television viewer and a television interview. My question, initially, was where was the Rules Official walking along with Tiger's threesome? Obviously not on the ball if he or she didn't notice a "2-yard" difference. In fact, it looked more like two feet in reality. But, then again, a good on-course official may have been able to avoid this whole issue. As a former official, I look at the official on the spot.

A friend of mine asked yesterday if Major League Baseball could have changed the first base call that cost a perfect game. First base umpire Jim Joyce cost Tigers' pitcher Armando Galarraga a perfect game back in June 2010 when, on replays, he clearly missed a call at first base on the last out. We all saw it. Major League Baseball and Jim Joyce had to stomach the mistake and move on. Viewers called. But there was no change in the call.

On Friday, viewers called, the Committee made an initial decision, viewers called, Tiger spoke, The Committee changed its ruling - it's hard being the best in the world. Everyone sees you and actually listens to you.

Did we see every swing of the club of Adam Scott on Friday? No. How about Angel Cabrera or Brandt Snedeker? No. But we saw almost every stroke that Tiger took, including the drop. If we hadn't, Tiger would be just two strokes off the pace. Being the best in the world has its drawbacks.

Technology, Tennis And The Penalty Of Being A Lower Ranked Player

While on tour with the ATP Tour as a chair umpire, a similar outcry came from the players who were not on the same level as the tennis Gods of the time: Jim Courier, Andre Agassi, Pete Sampras and Steffi Graf. The lesser players felt they were being penalized by Cyclops, and then Hawkeye. Now known widely as Chase Review, the system that can verify a ball being in or out at professional tournaments, the ball tracking system is not on every court at every tournament in the world. It usually is found on stadium court and perhaps another "show" court, as they term it in the industry. I find the term "show court" an interesting one as it denotes a difference from other courts.

Show Courts and Lesser Courts - all are used at tournaments but all do not have the same number of officials or Chase Review.

I always felt that lower-ranked players were penalized long before the Hawkeye system. On the tour, televised courts receive a bigger plethora of line umpires. If you look at a televised court, there are almost always three officials along the back screen on each side. One umpire calling the center service line and an umpire on each sideline. The non-show courts have just two officials at the back of each court and one official is required to run from the center of the court after calling the serve to the sideline. I know while I played, I found this quite distracting. As an official, I found it darned right difficult to cover that sideline after a 126 mile-per-hour serve.  But television, in its way, demands a bigger and better team of officials for the "show" courts. It demands Chase Review. And that actually makes for better line calls.

Walk, Talk and Walk

Sports personalities, as they gain insight into this media age, will do the walk on course or court, talk the interview and keep it short, and then walk away from the microphones. Twitter has, on so many occasions, created celebrity sports figures wide-ranging issues. As we pass through the Social Media century, I believe we will find that more and more celebrities and sports personalities will clam up. Tiger's post-round interview on Saturday was a lot shorter and a lot sweeter than normal. He probably doesn't want to get another two-stroke penalty, unwittingly.

As for us in the industry, we should perhaps revisit the rules of our individual sports and realize that perhaps instant replay is not always the way forward. Perhaps Major League Baseball has it right not allowing instant replay or review. The call on the field stays in almost every situation. The rules are part of the game on the course, court, field - wherever the game is played. The rules should stay on the course. They should not be subjected to the Twitter and Social Media fad, which will come and go. Golf, and its archaic rules, will be here a lot longer than Twitter, and even Tiger.

Time To Make The Call

There are certain times of the year that bring into relevance how quickly time flies and how a year, which seemed to last so long when we were children, tends to shorten as we grow older.

My daughter just turned four this past week. For us in our 40s, a year goes by so much more quickly than when we took in everything as kids. My daughter said, "Daddy I was three for so long." Whereas to me, it seems like yesterday I was helping the nurse put sensors on my daughter's chest to ensure her heartbeat was regular after walking her from the delivery room. A former tennis partner once said to me years are simply shorter as you get older. She was right.

Years are marked in different ways: Holiday songs started to be played on the piano in our household around the 10th of December... Strawberries and cream in late June for Wimbledon weekends on the television... unpack the football or rugby ball in early September for those crips Autumn weekends.

But there is one, absolute moment, when I know summer is just around the corner. I am sure it is the same for many people who visit the islands in the summer months. It's the phone call to or website visit to The Steamship Authority - the company that ferries the throngs, the workers, the visitors and the islanders to Nantucket and Martha's Vineyard.

Three days in the truck ready to load on to the ferry.

There is a sense of calm when I look at the schedule and see four boats debarking from Woods Hole to Vineyard Haven four months away. There's always a bit of trepidation that all the ferries are going to be sold out, but somehow, even when sold out, there's a way those ferries fit most of the "standby" line alongside a truck or deep in the corner of the vessel.

I park my truck on the deck, stretch my legs after the three-day drive from Florida, go upstairs and grab a beer and head outside onto the passenger deck to watch the Vineyard appear over the horizon. Yes, that rock - it's still there a year later.

For years, I visited Nantucket. All through my post-college years, I rented a house on Surfside Beach in early September, after the throngs had departed back to their suburban homes. Nantucket felt more real at this time. Albeit having been there on July 4th to mark our country's birthday is a great day on the island, I prefer the quieter times on the island where I have unrestricted access to all of Nantucket's natural assets and beauty.

The same holds true for Martha's Vineyard. I arrive there in early June to "set up shop" and unpack for the three months during which I call the island home. Restauranters are remodelling for the season, white lines on tennis courts are being laid out, and there's only one boat working the three car ferry to Chappaquiddick - The Chappy Ferry. I have time to meet people and enter into real conversations in comparison to during the season when I gasp for air and collapse into my apartment at 7.30 to cook and sleep. So early June is the time to rest up, enjoy and relax with the possibility of experiencing all that such a wonderful, special island has to offer.

I've arrived.

It's a strange feeling indeed. When I turned my back on the Vineyard last September and boarded my ferry home, I couldn't wait to get onto the mainland. But now, I am looking back ready to get on that spit of sand once again and enjoy the summer months with friends and acquaintances I have made. It's like the conversation never ended and the 9 months on the mainland were simply a blink of an eye. How time flies as we get older.

I have new tennis drills and ideas ready for the season, goals set in terms of work and finance, but that seems to take a back seat to the evenings bicycling past the gorgeous homes with the warm, amber lights radiating out onto the cobbled streets.

And, unfortunately, the time flies by and before I know it, it's Labor Day. I'll be ready for the migration South, but will know this feeling will be around faster than my daughter's birthday in February.


Yep... back to the website. I think I'll go on the 10.45 from Woods Hole which gets me into Vineyard Haven for 11.30. Get some time to visit The Black Dog before I head over to Edgartown to let the summer begin.

Inauguration Day and an Inaugural Run At The Australian Open

New Year's Eve may come and go, but I always get a bounce in my step in mid-January every four years when the USA shows that we can do pomp and circumstance pretty well. We may not have a King or Queen, but we do lay out the red carpet for our president every January 20th.

This inauguration was no different and I watched intently as Barack Obama and the politicos in our nation's capital put on a show. I have to say, Beyonce Knowles has a set of pipes and the arrangement of our anthem, The Star Spangled Banner, was one of the best I have ever heard. If you haven't heard or seen it, here is the performance. Beyonce Knowles National Anthem

That aside, we Americans have some business "down under" in Australia, another "colony" which in fact still has The Queen as Head of State. In a very interesting match, the up and coming American Sloane Stephens, will take on Serena Williams on Wednesday in what might prove to be a match for the memories. The time is coming when Sloane will take over the American baton in this sport's relay and it might be at this tournament that she appears in the theatrical spotlight in this inaugural run in the first major of the year.

Sloane has the power and athleticism to compete with Serena who has been playing some of the best tennis of her career over the past two years. They both have power games and big serves. Stephens at the age of 19 is in her first major quarter final and in the biggest match of her career as of yet against her country woman. Serena and Sloane are friends and practiced together frequently while playing the Federation Cup.

Whereas Serena is playing through her matches quite easily, Sloane had some tough struggles to get to this point in the tournament and this may in fact serve her well as she has been tried and tested in the Melbourne stadium. Serena has not been and nerves will play a role here for sure.

She may not win her first quarter final tomorrow, and in fact Vegas has Serena as a heavy favorite, but I think Sloane's time is here and she will take that baton from Serena soon enough and it may be as early as 2013. I'll be tuning in late night.

Yemassee and a New Year

I have been thinking of this post and rewriting it as it has nothing to do really in regards to tennis. But as we turn the leaf over into 2013 it is always a good time to reflect.

One of the benefits in being a "seasonal" teaching tennis professional is that I get close to 4 months off a year. I enjoy this time with my family and I get some father/daughter bonding time before and after my 3 months working in Martha's Vineyard in the summer.

It's always tough to leave the family for an extended period of time. I had to travel to Singapore and Australia in my prior work leaving my wife back in the UK alone for up to a month at a time. But 12 weeks is a long time to be gone from one's home and family. My answer is: "Our American soldiers go farther away for a longer period of time and are doing jobs that endanger their lives on a daily basis." I am very lucky to be able to lead a life teaching tennis.

I do get to travel with tennis and I drive up and down the East Coast and once in a while I find a place that makes me realize how big a country we are and just how many cultures we have here in the USA. But then again, no matter where we are, we all have the same goals and objectives in life. One stop I made on my a recent migration was Yemassee, South Carolina.

I was on the hunt for gas as I had allowed the small gas tank light to come on and I had travelled off the beaten path this one morning of my journey. I had left behind most of South Carolina's back roads and was on Highway 17A when my tires rolled into Yemassee, South Carolina.

A town of approximately 1,000 people, Yemassee boasts one gas station that I could find: El Cheapo Gas.

Yemassee was the center of the Yamassee tribe of Indians up until the Yamassee war of 1715. Few towns boast a whole war with the town's name. As I drove down into the village, I noted Civil War encampments and fortifications by the roadside and I realized I was in the heart of a town that had a big Civil War history. In fact, all of the churches in town were burned during the Civil War except the Presbyterian Church which served as an army hospital for the Union soldiers.

The railroad passes through Yemassee and I learned that over 500,000 troops travelled through the Yemassee depot on their way to Parris Island and training just 45 minutes away. Yemassee has seen war and its ramifications in many ways over 2 centuries.

It's amazing to think, as you drive into what seems a small paradise, that the past and the events of war is never far away. Will 2013 see peace and prosperity? For those 1,000 people in Yemassee in their South Carolina small town through which AMTRAK rumbles through twice daily, life is no different than those of us in bustling South Florida and our 6 lane I-95 just 400 miles or so South. Cultures may vary and accents may have different twangs but we worry about peace, we tend to our families and friends and we live with our faults and strengths, our memories and our future, of which 2013 is just a stepping stone.