I would hate to be a professional athlete. I love sports, but the mindless interviews and constant microscopic analysis of every word I said and every move I made would drive me crazy. That was obvious this in this past week’s NFL draft. It was also a great lesson in learning to lead others.
West Virginia’s Geno Smith was arguably considered the best quarterback in the draft. Everyone expected Smith to go in the first round of picks. Athletes of this caliber are often invited to attend the Radio City Hall event, sitting in the green room. The green room is a place where guests wait before coming on stage, often filled with backstage cameras.
I used to love numbers. As a kid, I was convinced that three was a magic number. In high school I truly learned that one is the loneliest number. Then in college I came to appreciate the deep meaning of 25 or 6 to 4 as I popped another Diet Coke for the all night finals cram.
Marissa Mayer, CEO of Yahoo, really ticked off a lot of people when she killed her firm’s Work From Home (WFH) policy last week. Not only were Yahooians angered, but so were many who thought it might set off a new trend. 
Next to Windows Solitaire, I am pretty sure the telephone is responsible for more time wasted at work than any other invention. How else can you explain the number of times we finish a conference call and make that, “well that was a total waste of my time” look?
Which is more difficult, getting to the World Series the first time, or repeating the following year? Both require great talent, but the motivation has got to be a little harder to muster after you’ve had that magical first experience. What about the third and fourth times?
I am amazed at how many people want to convince me of something on a daily basis. Apparently, Manti T’eo is both a scum bucket and a naive deer in the woods. It looks as though guns are both good and bad (who would have thought?) I even have someone that that is trying to persuade me that the Hokey Pokey IS what it’s all about.
I love a great story. Stories capture our senses. We see pictures painted that we’ve never experienced in person. We hear sounds that may have only passed our ears years ago. We smell a lingering memory of growing up. A great story excites the soul.