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Teamwork

I am not a sports fan. I watch and enjoy football at the request of HH and out of love for him. I have learned the rules, and over time, have grown to appreciate the game. Now, hockey on the other hand....hum, whole new set of rules.

The Chicago Blackhawks are playing for the Stanley Cup, they are in their second game, and they are playing as I type. They have won game one, and hope to also win game two tonight. While I'm not the best at following hockey, what I have gotten out of watching these games, besides the amount of aggressive testosterone, is the idea of teamwork. These guys work together.

It's not one man, one guy who wins for the team, they all must give their own personal best in order to make a significant difference. It's impressive to watch team members lean on each other, yes physically, but also in game play, emotionally, mentally.

One of the announcers made a casual statement that got me to thinking. He said, the goalie was relaxed and confident, thus making the other players around him to feel relaxed and confident as well, which in turn allowed for more accuracy, better play and overall better performance in the game. Isn't that the makings of teamwork.....I like that. Nothing is gained by stress, agitation, fear or trepidation, especially in a team setting. One man's weakness becomes the team's weakness. One man's uncertainty becomes the team's. It's interesting to think about, a team is only as strong as it's weakest link. And that's not new news. These players know that, and that pushes them to put it all out on the ice...all their focus and determination is put out there, as they refuse to be that 'weak link'. In essence, that idea, pushes oneself to be better, perform harder, give more, so that the team itself isn't hindered in any way.

Impressive....so impressive. Perhaps I am a hockey fan in the making....

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