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let the din of battle begin
Feb 5th
“We await glory in silence, oh, let the din of battle begin” – A midshipman on Collingwood’s flagship wrote this in his diary as his ship sailed into battle at Trafalgar
Tom Brady (yup … this is about him – in honor of the super bowl – and I am going to use this quote).
I like him as a quarterback. I like him as a leader. I like him as a competitor. And in all instances he carries himself with a sense of active stillness. He rarely seems rushed.
With words, thoughts or actions.
‘Awaiting glory in silence.’
Great athletes seem to epitomize this quote.
Brady is all about stillness silence. He finds ‘the moment before the moment’ and it is all stillness for him.
For some reason I envision if Tom knew this obscure quote he would use it. His linemen may look at him like he was frickin’ nuts but “let the din of battle begin”? I am not sure it gets better than that.
(especially if you had a camera in the huddle when he said it)
But the quote certainly reminds us of a return to old times of the banners flying in the wind on the battlefield and the silence and stillness before battle … then the charge with horses thundering forward and thousands of feet pounding forward with weapons in hand.
And players rushing out of the tunnel on the greatest battlefield in football.
But this is about the ‘moment before’ where all empties and all becomes still. And then it all starts.
I know Brady loves “being in the battle.”
But I believe he thrives because of that moment before the battle begins … it may be only a minute, possibly even just seconds, but that moment of calmness where everything kind of just “stills.” Just before everything starts moving again and silence is replaced by the ‘din’ of activity. That is THE moment. I almost think in moments like that your body gathers all the adrenaline in one small space and prepares it for release.
It is an incredible moment.
Oddly, Tom & Winnie the Pooh have something in common with this:
“Well,” said Pooh, “what I like best …” (and then he had to stop and think). “Because although eating honey was a very good thing to do, there was a moment just before you began to eat it which was better than when you were …” (but he didn’t know what it was called).
Anticipation?
Geez. I think that undersells the idea.
It’s bigger than that.
And it is also more important because I believe it often delineates between Brady-like athletes and other athletes.
Try this. Maybe because it is a “me” moment.
In that moment in time there is nothing else … nothing … no sound … no feeling … just ‘me’ … just a space in time with nothing but “me” in it.
Well.
Me (being me) actually tracked down some research on this. Some researchers have imaged the parts of the brain which are in control of us in the ‘moment before’.
(please … no one ask me how the hell they did that)
Interestingly in imaging that part of the brain are not thought to be under our full conscious control or awareness. The studies reinforced the fact that, for most of us, this moment before is one in which there is not much conscious, deliberate thinking going on at all. It’s like a brain “flat-wave” (the guy whose writing I found on it called it ‘a brain wasteland’).
It’s almost like you push your brain to overload and it shuts down for however length of time to ‘reset.’
I don’t know Tom … but I bet he loves those moments.
That precious moment before the moments.
He is probably more aware of himself at this point in time.
But.
He is aware of himself ALL the time which separates himself even more:
“I want to earn it every day.” – tom brady
This is attitude. And I guess this is also about character. Like Brady or not he is not only a helluva quarterback but he has character. Resiliency. A toughness combined with a realistic humbleness (he knows he is good but he knows calling himself great is kinda silly).
And he stands out not because he doesn’t have some of the natural talent many top notch athletes have but rather because how many top notch athletes have let you down with their attitude.
And I also find it interesting to note that the patriots organization has done an amazing job surrounding Brady with likeminded athletes. Wes Welker? That dude may end up being on the best slot receivers of all time. Most talented? Nope (although … don’t get me wrong … he is supremely talented).
but. That talent thing.
There are a shitload of athletes out there with massive talent … but just never seem to develop that Brady-esque/Welker-type attitude. It would be simplistic to suggest that the ones who aren’t as blessed with massive talent are the most competitive and have the biggest heart. It’s just that we take note of this more so because … well … it is obvious they are not the most naturally talented athletes.
It is character.
Being in a state of perpetual dissatisfaction. Jerry Rice was that way. I could name dozens that way. But this is about Tom Brady (because I am using his quotes).
Here are three of them:
“What does three-peat mean? … I’m hoping to put together three good days of practice. I don’t think we’ve done that yet this year.”
- He seems to have a sense of practicality. Combined with some competitiveness and urgency.
“Every quarterback can throw a ball; every running back can run; every receiver is fast; but that mental toughness that you talk about translates into competitiveness.”
- He seems to have a sense of the mental aspect (as well as understanding he is a talented athlete so get off his back)
“Mentally, the only players who survive in the pros are the ones able to manage all their responsibilities.”
- He seems to want everyone to understand that talent alone does not guarantee success. Also. When you read this one … and think about it … he is explaining why it so many supremely talented athletes fail … in the pros … and in life … because part of being a good human (athlete, businessperson, family person, friend, etc.) is understanding how to manage all your responsibilities.
Brady doesn’t take anything, the games, the practices, the moments … for granted.
Somehow … someway … he seems to have the ability … regardless of the urgency or stress … to seemingly savor, and maximize, the time & moment.
We await glory in silence … so let the din of the Super Bowl begin.
the unAmerican american tradition
Feb 4th
Ok. This is about the American tradition (the super bowl) and an un-American aspect (the fact there just aren’t that many American beers left).
The super bowl (according to Nielsen sales studies) is the 8th biggest beer day of the year. It is behind the 4th of July, Labor Day, Memorial Day, Father’s Day, Christmas/New Year’s, Thanksgiving and Easter (in that order) in terms of beer sales.
Oh. And I have actually seen Halloween beat out Ester in terms of sales in some reports (WTF … more beer on Fathers Day, Easter & Halloween then Super Bowl!).
Anyway.
During the Super Bowl Americans drink billions of beers.
According to Slashfood, 51.7 million cases of beer are sold in the week surrounding the Super Bowl. For a comparison, 68.3 million cases are sold on Independence Day and 63 million for Father’s Day.
Think about it.
4 hour TV event = 51.7 million cases.
That, my friends, is quite a lot of beer.
Some more factoids (just because I went factoid crazy here before I get to the un-American beer).
HOW MUCH FOOD WILL BE CONSUMED? (by the way … I cannot take credit for the numbers and math here nor do I want to because if you actually take the time to break them down they become suspect …. BUT … suffice it to say a shitload of beer & food is consumed).
8 million: Total pounds of popcorn consumed on Super Bowl Sunday.
28 million: Pounds of potato chips consumed.
53.5 million: Pounds of avocados consumed.
11.8: Depth, in feet, of guacamole consumed if it were spread across the football field.
293,000: Number of miles of potato chips, laid end to end, consumed during the game.
1 billion: Number of chicken wings consumed on Super Bowl Sunday.
325.5 million: Gallons of beer drank by Americans that day.
493: Number of Olympic-sized swimming pools that could be filled with all that beer.
20%: Increase in ant-acid sales the Monday after the game.
7 million: Number of employees who will not show up to work Monday.
Anyway.
Let me get to the point. Of the 51.7 million cases of beer, or 325.5 million gallons if you prefer, most of it will not be American.
Look. I admit. I do love a good cold non microbrewed funky tasting beer.
I thought I was a huge beer lover until I went to Europe and they started giving me beers that had sweet tastes and fruit tastes and … well … then I realized I imagine I was more of an American beer lover. Yeah, yeah, yeah the “beer connoisseurs” out there are scoffing and will start ranting about their high falutin’ microbrews or Chinese beers or something.
But. I am an unabashed American beer lover.
Unfortunately. That seems to be a tough gig these days.
I haven’t really paid much attention to it but it seems like America has lost its beer (that is kind of a different version of losing your marbles … or balls).
Some background is maybe needed to explain my American beer focus.
My first beer was probably in junior high school when me and a couple of buddies stole a nasty Michelob (I think) that my father had sitting in the frig for maybe 2 years (he didn’t really drink beer). Despite that horrible first experience I ran into a high school senior when I was a sophomore who introduced me to the Champagne of Beers (Miller) and I was in heaven. Throughout high school me and my merry band of beer drinkers drank whatever we could get our hands on … but … the champagne of beers was always our number one choice.
Please. I do have some discerning tastes. There was one afternoon in high school days when over at a friend’s house and our beer had run out … but one.
Ted said “Go ahead. You can have it.” So I grabbed my first … and last … Black Label. I took one sip. Then another (because I couldn’t believe a beer could ever taste that bad) and then asked if anyone else wanted to finish it.
Yup. I passed on the last beer available. Black Label made me want to do it (that was a fairluy momentous moment amongst us young beer drinkers).
Anyway.
While I could always get my hands on a good Canadian beer (high school in Vermont) inevitably it seemed like there was a Budweiser or a Pabst or a Falstaff or a Miller in my hands. And you figure Falstaff and PBR sported the good ole USofA red, white & blue colors so I was being as American as American could be. And then as I matriculated my drinking ass off to college … Coors became the elixir of choice (although I never seemed to leave the Champagne too far behind).
Well.
I am feeling less patriotic these days as I now have discovered that these days American beer is not so much American. It’s tough to grab one of the old tried and true (what people call “watery”) American beers to quaff with friends at ye ole watering hole (damn … that didn’t sound very American did it?).
Interestingly (mostly because I am not sure I thought about it that much) Anheuser-Busch has a market share in the United States of 50.9% for all beers sold (although different sources give a range of about 42% to 52% … I guess no one is sure how to count beer).
That number is primarily Budweiser (all of them Bud brands).
so. Let’s call it 50% market share. Really? 50% of all beers sold?
That’s a big frickin’ number and it cannot be all the NASCAR race fans and their coolers of Buds. Most people don’t buy just one type but also a lot of other stuff. At the very least you would think that Miller and all of the microbreweries would account for more than 50% (or at least I would).
Bottom line? Huge number. That’s all I will say on that.
The bad news for us americans? Bud ain’t American anymore. In 2008 Anheuser-Busch sold the majority of their stock to Belgian-Brazilian beer giant Inbev creating the largest brewing company in the world (and the brewer’s market share in US actually increased after the sale for some reason).
Ok. So if Bud aint American what is the biggest American owned beer?
Not Miller which is South African based and brews: Miller, MGD, Milwaukee’s Best, Icehouse, Southpaw, Steel Reserve, Hamm’s, Pabst, Stroh’s (if you can find it anywhere) and Red Dog.
Not Molson Coors which appears to be based in Canada or maybe Colorado or somewhere in between (they also to have some sort of joint venture with SABMiller to market all beers under the MillerCoors name which confuses me). But, they brew: Coors (the world’s best beer in my eyes), Coors Light (the world’s worst beer in y eyes), Keystone, Killian’s Red and Blue Moon.
So where does that leave us? Sam Adams?
Shiner (which makes an appearance down the list)? After that the list gets slim (by market share size … actual number of choices is huge).
Regardless.
Maybe my patriotism I can hold on to the fact that they are still brewed in America.
In the meantime I still enjoy a chilled Champagne of Beers and love a good Coors original (which I think they call Banquet for some odd reason). And make believe I am being unabashedly American while drinking them.
Enjoy … and know you are probably, most likely, being un-American whilst quaffing a cold one during the American tradition called the super bowl.
sometimes you just have to wonder
Jan 26th
ok.
This took me a couple of days to write … as I wrapped my head around it.
So.
The other day (the 24th of January). I am driving up to a traffic light and to my left I see a dog (a Rhodesian Ridgeback I believe) kind of chugging along the sidewalk.
No owner. Just dog.
And I recognized the look.
Probably because I lived it far too many times.
The “where is my owner” look.
The “I saw him pull out of the driveway and now where the heck is he” look.
The “I miss him and, dammit, I am gonna find him” look.
It is a look of casual intensity.
Ah. That look.
To the ignorant non-dog owner the dog looks lost. But it is far from lost. It is searching … it has a mission.
And typically the dog is conducting its mission within ‘the rules’ … i.e., stay on sidewalk, be polite as you pass people, don’t pee in someone’s yard, don’t run out into traffic, etc.
Oh.
And then the dog did the damndest thing … when he reached the intersection he stopped … refocused … and he crossed in front of the first stopped car at the stoplight and started walking down the driver sides … stopping at each driver window to check for his owner.
I say the damndest because … well … Tigger used to do that.
The smart bastard would know exactly who he was looking for and how to look.
(by the way … there is nothing more disconcerting then seeing your dog unexpectedly staring at you beside the car after you were pretty sure you had left him somewhere else)
Anyway.
And this is where you really have to sometimes wonder about things … the 24th is Tigger’s 2 year ‘gone to the dog biscuit factory in the sky’ date.
Geez.
I certainly haven’t forgotten Tigger … but I have tended to put the box of all the good times (and the times I could have been a better companion) on a shelf just to pull out and scan like a box of old photographs.
But. That searching dog brought the box out and handed it to me (which as you would imagine is, mentally, different than pulling it off the shelf yourself).
Look. I knew Tigger wouldn’t be forever.
And I always knew losing him would possibly be the worst thing I have ever faced to date. But, I admit, nothing could ever have prepared me for this 2 years he has now been gone.
Yeah. It’s been a few years now. But I still miss him.
And, yeah, I have never gotten another dog (yet).
We grew up together (despite the fact I was in my 30’s when I got him).
He was a great dog. And a great friend. (and, yeah Tigger, in case you are reading this post from wherever you are, I still have your picture on my frig).
I have come to the conclusion I will always love that crazy too-smart always hyper but always devoted dog, oh, and I will always be mentally giving biscuits, treats and belly rubs forever.
My dog and I were inseparable. He went everywhere with me … pretty much always.
Oddly.
I think he visits me still on occasion.
And I know he still talks to me on occasion.
And, yeah, for some reason on this particular day … this one dog was walking down this sidewalk with the same ‘where is my owner’ look and I had this same maddening memory … which I believe only pet owners know … the one that is a mixture of unbelievable fear that your best friend is going to be roadkill in his stupidity and the unequivocal bottomless love you feel with the disbelief that he would go to such extremes just for you.
But.
Thanks to this one dog on his mission he reminded me of another one dog … on one special day.
Well.
It’s always worth writing a note about (and to) Tigger. Who knows. Maybe they have wireless in the great dog biscuit in the sky (and they taught him to read).
And.
Sometimes you just have to wonder a little about destiny and how random things truly are that happen.
hard choices
Jan 25th
Ok. Let’s talk a minute about Kodak.
And the fact that their demise had nothing to do with lack of foresight or inability to innovate (because they actually invented the digital camera). Kodak is about leadership, or the lack thereof, and people and decisions (or the lack thereof). 
When an iconic company and brand like Kodak goes bankrupt everyone should think about hard choices and people who make them.
Oh. And people who don’t make them.
I am sure in 1976 when Kodak had 90% of film and 85% of camera sales in the US and was regularly rated one of the world’s five most valuable brands that it would seem inconceivable to company decision makers that the company could disappear. I do not have to imagine that we the people couldn’t conceive it.
In addition.
What’s not often recognized is that it was actually Kodak that invented the digital camera (in 1975). And, interestingly, four years after that a Kodak executive issued a report that predicted, in some detail, how different parts of the market would switch from film to digital with an inevitable digital mass market by 2010 (whew. Pretty close, huh?).
Look.
This is surely not the first time a company, and its leaders, has decided it is so self-important it can ride out what is happening in the market.
But I believe people are focusing on the wrong things.
Successful organizations are rarely successful because of foresight (or fortune telling or predicting the future). They are typically successful due to thoughtful reaction and response to change … and making the inevitably hard decisions when the change is truly disruptive to their core business.
Yes.
Decisions get significantly harder when a company is faced with truly market disruptive innovations/actions.
And, no, corporations don’t have to inevitably die. It depends entirely on their adaptability.
So. Let’s talk about the decisions to adapt.
What I mean by that is … why couldn’t Kodak and its leaders make the hard choices to avert this demise?
I disagree with the popular opinion that it was their lack of vision with regard to the role digital in the photo business that led to their demise.
Why?
Many organizations make big innovation or lack of vision mistakes and don’t go bankrupt. Why don’t they? They make the hard decisions to course correct.
Yup. Hard decisions are called hard because they are just that – hard.
Difficult.
Not soft.
Not soft?
“I want (and need) to make significant changes. But I want to retain the core.”
(Oops … that is decision with high potential for ‘soft characteristics’).
Why? That core, or what is deemed most important, always seems to grow and grow when being discussed internally. It is almost within the DNA of an organization to think in these terms. And, inevitably, those ‘significant changes’ become soft changes.
Hard means sacrifice. Not cutting back on the decision. Making a real sacrifice.
I wrote about it in a post called “how far would you go to solve a problem?” http://brucemctague.com/how-far-would-you-go-to-solve-a-problem
Hard decisions could have saved Kodak. I truly believe that.
But let’s maybe discuss why hard decisions are hard to make (even by people who are quite capable of making a good hard decision).
Here is something to ponder.
Hard choices harden the person who makes them.
You have to harden yourself. You have to harden yourself, insulate yourself a little, from the human aspects of the decision and focus on the bigger picture and the horizon. Please don’t mistake this for minimizing the ‘little people’ or the individual. This is the forest or trees type decisions leaders need to make. It may sound callous but it is just like firefighting a big fire … burn some trees to save the forest.
Oh. And sometimes burn a shitload of trees to save the forest.
Leaders make the same decisions. In this case it is people & buildings and not trees.
Regardless.
The big hard decisions, when they are made, harden you as a person. It’s just life. It’s not personal.
Here is what makes it even tougher.
I believe all of us who make hard decisions worry a little bit that it … well … becomes too easy.
That we become so hard that we lose sight of everything else.
Oddly Richard Gere in Pretty Woman reminded us of this – if you got past the fact he was hiring a hooker in the Beverly Wilshire Hotel – in that his character lost sight of ‘being human’ as he became quite good at making hard decision for business successes.
And it was a true depiction of what can happen. Hard decisions are difficult because there is not only a financial risk & toll … but a personal toll. Each one affects you.
As with everything in life (it seems) … it is a balancing act.
I say all of this to try and share that there is a human aspect of any hard decision. And leaders don’t overlook that (despite what everyone else may want you to think).
Every one understands the repercussions.
Every. One.
Now. Having said that.
Someone at Kodak couldn’t make the hard decision.
I truly believe that.
Were they soft with regard to people or whatever? Heck. I don’t know. I believe they just inevitably made soft decisions. Soft decisions that possibly gave a glimmer of hope but once you begin the slippery slope of business issues (particularly if you are a large company and gravity really takes over) the glimmer becomes dimmer and dimmer over time.
To stop the slide a really hard decision needed to be made.
A big hairy audacious decision.
Anyway. I often believe business leaders could learn a lot from the military on how to win a war.
Do I believe a general wants to lose a single soldier’s life? No. He does not.
Do I believe a general understands that he needs to lose soldiers’ lives? Yes. He does.
Do I believe those decisions weigh upon him (even if we elect to judge the decision on the final successful outcome)? Yes. I do.
But they make the hard decisions.
And no one at Kodak did make the hard decision.
It wasn’t lack of foresight.
It wasn’t a lack of understanding of what was happening in the market (trust me … they probably saw dozens of reports of what was happening in the marketplace).
It was a lack of ability to make the hard decision.
And … it’s a shame.












