Really?
I had had the X-League in development within my brain meats for quite a while. After not only participating and watching NDL's attempt at a pro league I thought that our players deserved similar treatment. I thought we could do it better.
I began pitching this to a few people, particularly Nate who had been most insightful. Everything seemed to develop, that is until I left for basic. However when I came back once I got back into things I revived it and Saturday was a result of many small steps to bring together a vision.
It's difficult managing 16 + people that don't know what's going on. Well this is why you delegate, this is why you communicate so the few people that do know what's going on (and it doesn't take much with me to become one of those people, contrary to popular belief) can let the others know what's going on and hopefully everyone can be on the same page.
Well not quite. When it comes to the Dodgeball crowd there are generally two sides. Me, and everyone else that shows up, (for whatever event) and dicks around. I try addressing them, I hold their attention for about ten seconds until some joker decides to call me "Gay" or who knows at this point it all sounds the same.
I'm not delusional I don't fancy myself a great leader (at least not with this crowd) that everytime I ask for a moment I command everyone's undivided attention, that I wield so much respect that people are in awe with my ideas and thoughts. If only it were that easy with this crowd. Even so, I wouldn't want it. The main point of Dodgeball is to have fun and keep it going. I really don't need to create elitism by giving "pros" fancy red hats and awesome black t-shirts. I don't need to ask people to call me the Commissioner or Mr. Damon. In fact, any relevance to Mr. Prentiss would be a downright insult.
The point is I'm laid back with this crowd because it warrants it and I know when I have their attention and when I don't.
The problem comes from the people that help me get to a certain point and then join that crowd, offer no help (minimal if anything) and blend back into the crowd because its "the cool" place to be. That's fine, again, my "office" is an open door policy. Come and go as you please, see what you will, learn what you will, etc. I've got nothing to hide and I generally wear all of my plans on my sleeve. In fact, I carry around a clipboard always eager to share.
But when I dare make a last minute change, oh God help me. The people that helped me out flip out and all hell breaks loose.
Saturday brought on a few problems. I had to pick up Glenn (who came prepared) and Nate who was not so prepared. I must've spent about ten minutes or so in his parking lot as he not only looked for the camera that we agreed we needed the night prior, but also his Marauder's shirt. Really? We've been talking about this, planning this and had it set for how long and you cannot find something so simple as your jersey? Seriously Nate?
Regardless, we were still the first ones to enter the facility and setup began. We had to make some adjustments (with Nate's opinion) to the courts since the camera wouldn't pick up the entire court like we had hoped.
You know what? Fuck it. If anyone's even reading this and you truly want to know what I'm bitching about ask me. I'm really not going to write it out.
People around me need to stop acting like little bitches. If they have a problem with me, they can confront me about it and we can resolve it like men instead of pouting and bringing their team down and telling others that they are mad at me because I didn't use their opinion. Please. Seriously we're supposed to be adults now.
I began pitching this to a few people, particularly Nate who had been most insightful. Everything seemed to develop, that is until I left for basic. However when I came back once I got back into things I revived it and Saturday was a result of many small steps to bring together a vision.
It's difficult managing 16 + people that don't know what's going on. Well this is why you delegate, this is why you communicate so the few people that do know what's going on (and it doesn't take much with me to become one of those people, contrary to popular belief) can let the others know what's going on and hopefully everyone can be on the same page.
Well not quite. When it comes to the Dodgeball crowd there are generally two sides. Me, and everyone else that shows up, (for whatever event) and dicks around. I try addressing them, I hold their attention for about ten seconds until some joker decides to call me "Gay" or who knows at this point it all sounds the same.
I'm not delusional I don't fancy myself a great leader (at least not with this crowd) that everytime I ask for a moment I command everyone's undivided attention, that I wield so much respect that people are in awe with my ideas and thoughts. If only it were that easy with this crowd. Even so, I wouldn't want it. The main point of Dodgeball is to have fun and keep it going. I really don't need to create elitism by giving "pros" fancy red hats and awesome black t-shirts. I don't need to ask people to call me the Commissioner or Mr. Damon. In fact, any relevance to Mr. Prentiss would be a downright insult.
The point is I'm laid back with this crowd because it warrants it and I know when I have their attention and when I don't.
The problem comes from the people that help me get to a certain point and then join that crowd, offer no help (minimal if anything) and blend back into the crowd because its "the cool" place to be. That's fine, again, my "office" is an open door policy. Come and go as you please, see what you will, learn what you will, etc. I've got nothing to hide and I generally wear all of my plans on my sleeve. In fact, I carry around a clipboard always eager to share.
But when I dare make a last minute change, oh God help me. The people that helped me out flip out and all hell breaks loose.
Saturday brought on a few problems. I had to pick up Glenn (who came prepared) and Nate who was not so prepared. I must've spent about ten minutes or so in his parking lot as he not only looked for the camera that we agreed we needed the night prior, but also his Marauder's shirt. Really? We've been talking about this, planning this and had it set for how long and you cannot find something so simple as your jersey? Seriously Nate?
Regardless, we were still the first ones to enter the facility and setup began. We had to make some adjustments (with Nate's opinion) to the courts since the camera wouldn't pick up the entire court like we had hoped.
You know what? Fuck it. If anyone's even reading this and you truly want to know what I'm bitching about ask me. I'm really not going to write it out.
People around me need to stop acting like little bitches. If they have a problem with me, they can confront me about it and we can resolve it like men instead of pouting and bringing their team down and telling others that they are mad at me because I didn't use their opinion. Please. Seriously we're supposed to be adults now.