At some point in every race weekend with my son, whether it's BMX or karting, I always have this horrible, cut-crystal moment of clarity that says: you don't have to do this. You can go home and sign up for something reasonable, like basketball.. This past Sunday, that moment came to me when I realized that I'd taken a simple complaint --- my son had not been paying attention on the gate in his first moto, causing him to start with the wrong pedal forward and take a last-place finish --- then extended it all the way into the kind of business/career/life metaphor with which my father used to browbeat me. "You know," I snapped at John, "if you're just going to screw around and be lazy out there... at what point does it stop? Why bother to race? What do you think is going to happen when you turn Expert? Do you even think you're going to
(Last) Weekly Roundup: The First Loser Edition
(Last) Weekly Roundup: The First Loser…
(Last) Weekly Roundup: The First Loser Edition
At some point in every race weekend with my son, whether it's BMX or karting, I always have this horrible, cut-crystal moment of clarity that says: you don't have to do this. You can go home and sign up for something reasonable, like basketball.. This past Sunday, that moment came to me when I realized that I'd taken a simple complaint --- my son had not been paying attention on the gate in his first moto, causing him to start with the wrong pedal forward and take a last-place finish --- then extended it all the way into the kind of business/career/life metaphor with which my father used to browbeat me. "You know," I snapped at John, "if you're just going to screw around and be lazy out there... at what point does it stop? Why bother to race? What do you think is going to happen when you turn Expert? Do you even think you're going to