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Lifetime achievement award

Who needs a closed horse-drawn carriage…

and an American luxury accessory from a fashion company based in New York City?

I’d rather take a coach bus in my comfortable jeans.  It’s more my style.   I need to pay attention to the people I meet along the way.

The coach I need is the person.  The one that teaches an athlete to perform both on and off the court.  Their life lessons are the accessories I’ve carried for a lifetime.

  • Team and family matter.
  • Focus.
  • Be strong.
  • You are strong.
  • Hold your own.
  • Capitalize on your assets.
  • Rely on your teammates when you’re stuck in a corner.
  • Give it your all.
  • Give and go.
  • Keep your feet moving.
  • Keep your eye on the ball.
  • Always be ready for the ball.
  • Beat Callahan (okay, that one’s personal).
  • Work as a team.
  • Respect your elders.
  • Earn respect.
  • Be intense.
  • Take care of yourself.
  • You can do it.
  • Get into a rhythymn.
  • Try.
  • Practice. Practice. Practice.
  • Know your options.
  • Have a solid defense.
  • Don’t overcommit.
I carry that coaching with me every day.  I use it without even realizing it.  I tap into it when I need it the most.  Coach isn’t physically around but she’s with me.
Today I remembered that if I’m going to jump, I’m going to jump high.
I know I’ll land on my feet because my eye is on the ball…
…and that’s my style.


Eye of the Tiger

We were on the field again in our maroon-and-black plaid skirts.  It was still the sport’s tradition but bloomers had been replaced with cotton shorts from the Army surplus store. In the future, the cotton shorts would improve to spandex.

My sister was an animal that had a passion for field hockey. I was a sprinter that loved to dribble the ball down the field. Every once in awhile, we both got stopped in our tracks. On this particular fall day, we Panthers fouled and the other team got a free hit. We stilled in our cleats, facing the now opponent’s ball readying to steal it back.

The result was another foul appropriately named ‘dangerous hit’.

I only remember a loud pop and falling to the ground. My sister remembers me rolling onto my back and watching in horror as my eyes instantly turned purple and red.

This girly-thought sport, more dangerous than most, had produced another contusion and concussion. Field hockey injuries were still a tradition despite shin guards and mouth pieces. In the future, the safety of the game would improve to include cages.

They would have protected my eyes but they couldn’t have contained my sister’s animalistic fury to finish the game and get a Panther win.

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When the caged bird sings

We opened a lot of boxes during the auction preview. You never know what’s inside and can never assume they’re empty. We looked at the box of Christmas ornaments, lifted up the typewriter covers, looked inside the cardboard boxes full of bottles and opened an old wooden box to make sure there wasn’t something more valuable inside.

When I didn’t get the high bid on the typewriters and ornaments I realized I’d been boxed out. Knowing what was in the bottle box and seeing them go too, I knew I needed a dose of Moxie to get a winning bid.

What I really wanted was one of the stained glass mission style lamps. However, I wasn’t willing to bid high enough and it was lights out for me.

My brother-in-law said I was shut-out.That’s when I decided to be a shut-in with really nice handcrafted baskets from Africa. The only problem was that everyone else in the room had been shut-in all winter too.  I didn’t get the baskets either.

Don’t get me wrong, you can always win auction items if you bid high enough. I’m just too cheap. I suppose that explains the winning bid I did get.

This cheep-cheep bidder won the white bird cage…for a song.