Keller –
There’s something you need to learn about sports, being a fan, having a dream, and how they relate to life. I love sports. I love my teams. I very much dislike watching grown men live vicariously through boys, basking in the latter's accomplishments as if it's their own. The passion starts as a child, often passed on by a parent, but what do we teach these young men and women when we spend the majority of our time discussing, watching, and worshiping the accomplishments of others as if it’s our own?
There’s something you need to learn about sports, being a fan, having a dream, and how they relate to life. I love sports. I love my teams. I very much dislike watching grown men live vicariously through boys, basking in the latter's accomplishments as if it's their own. The passion starts as a child, often passed on by a parent, but what do we teach these young men and women when we spend the majority of our time discussing, watching, and worshiping the accomplishments of others as if it’s our own?
I've been thinking about this a lot recently. With the birth
of any child comes the promise of our next President, CEO, super star athlete,
or plumber, electrician, or truck driver. You have an opportunity to be
anything you want, but the choices I make for you before you could you’re your own
will dictate how your interests develop. I, like any parent, want to shelter my
son from heartbreak, but disappointment is a lesson you’ll have to learn. I
want you to learn it early and often - I want it to fuel you, to be the best
damn whatever you want to be, and not be someone who watches from the sidelines
celebrating another person's accomplishments as if you contributed to that
because you wear a jersey, or go to the same school. Sure, I've jumped up and
down and gone crazy after a Boston win, or a UVA three pointer to win the game
as time expired because that's what we do as fans. However, those are fleeting
moments of my life and in no way correlate to the success or failure I've had
as my own person. I’m not telling you being a fan is something you shouldn’t
be, but keep it in perspective – you’re watching others achieve and succeed; it’s
not the same as your own.
I started you wearing orange and blue as soon as you were in
clothes, and slapped that Boston "B" on your head as soon as we could
get you in a hat that fit, but one lesson I want you to learn is that these are
moments of entertainment, not life-changing
events for you. You are responsible
for your direction in life, if that's sports and you’re good enough - I'll live
and die with every step you take on a field, court, library, classroom, or boardroom, contrary to the
very heart of this letter, but you’re my son, and from the moment I put you in
my arms I lived and died for you. If you’re not good enough, I hope it teaches you
that hard work, dedication, and drive are the
only things that will earn you a sense of accomplishment. Watching others
achieve is fun, it allows us an escape for a few hours on a Saturday or Sunday,
but it will never replace the feeling of doing it yourself. "Doing it"
could be quantitative physics, I don't care, so long as you pour yourself into
it fully and get after it. Your success is determined by you and the amount you’re
willing to put into it. No fan
ever raises
the trophy of their team; they may be thanked, but really they’re thanking you
for paying their salary or tuition.
The lesson
I want my son to take away is that,
nothing in this world is given to you. Anything that is, is not worth it.
You're never going to win 100 percent of the time, and it's the moments that
you don't that define the direction your life will take. You'll either go after
it and get it, or accept that you're not good enough and quit, there is no in
between. Knowing your limitations today, only mean you have something to work
on tomorrow. I hope each and every time you lose, you walk away with a plan to
put in 10x the effort in practice and preparation for the next chance, whether
it's hitting a ball or the books. The second lesson I want you to learn is that
watching someone else win, will never replace the feeling and sense of pride
you receive when it's you standing on top of the mountain. What I never want for
my son is to feel that others' accomplishments count as his own. This is where
I get off the bandwagon, sports fans have taken this to the extreme and has
caused me to lose some of the love I once had for it. I don't look down on
them, I feel sad that it appears the highlight of their lives is watching
others achieve, and then blame their circumstances for their position in life.
So, my last hope for you, Keller, is that if it never happens for you, don’t
let it be for lack of effort, you define success, your success. Your hard work,
in whatever field, will pay off when the opportunity presents itself. That's
called faith and it's the driving force behind commitment, that's what I want you
to learn from sports.
No matter what, you're my son. Whether you're in a tie, jersey or a pair of Birkenstocks, I'm happy to watch you chase your dream.
I love you, buddy.
I love you, buddy.