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On Comebacks Yet To Come

You may have heard there was a little football game yesterday. I won’t delve into the specifics, but it did not go as my fair city had hoped. The atmosphere in the Girl Friday office today is funereal, and I don’t even want to talk about what my boyfriend is going through right now. There was much yelling and throwing of shoes at our house last night.

Nothing anyone can say is gonna make us Hawk fans feel better right now. Telling us to think of next season right this moment is like telling someone who just got dumped that there are other fish in the sea. True, but it doesn’t help.

But it’s worth remembering that failure is a part of what makes any team (or writer) great. It’s what sharpens us and makes us better. It’s a tough but effective teacher. No sports narrative is complete without its moments of darkness, no writer worth their salt without their piles of rejection letters.

In honor of our Hawks and their greatness past, present, and future, I’m rerunning a post I wrote last year about what authors can learn from athletes. So whether you’re bumming out over a rejection letter or your team’s heartbreaking loss, just remember the power of living to fight another day.

March Madness: What Authors can Learn from Athletes

 To the uninitiated (read: me) the frenzy surrounding the NCAA basketball tournament can seem like, well, madness. But as my best hope of spending time with my boyfriend this time of year is to settle in for a game or thirty, I figured I’d better give the sport a shot. Somewhere between my diatribe about how Charles Barkley should really reconsider his three-piece suits and choking up during an NCAA commercial, I started to get into it. The thrill of victory! The rivalries! The copious man tears during post-game press conferences!

I’m a sucker for sports. I’ve been both a writer and an athlete for most of my life and in some ways I feel like what I learned on the tennis court has been as helpful as anything I learned in the classroom. You may not think that writing a novel and sinking a sweet three-pointer at the buzzer have much in common, but you, my friend, would be wrong.

Greatness is mostly about discipline

Some people mistake the act of creating for divine inspiration that descends from the heavens, a muse that lands on your shoulder and whispers in your ear. Some think writing is a natural talent that you are born with. To which I say: pffffftttt. Of course individuals are born with varying degrees of innate talent for writing, basketball, singing, clog dancing, or whatever, but that’s only the raw material. The rest is craft, muscle memory, technique. HARD WORK. For writers, this means waking up in the morning and putting your butt in your chair, over and over again, until you have something good. It means reading everything you can get your hands on. It means attacking your writing with the dogged discipline that a point guard practices his free throws.

Resilience is key

One of the most valuable things I learned from sports was how to bounce back. After a devastating loss—one where your teammates and classmates are counting on you, where the stakes are high and you choke big time—it can be tempting to literally take your ball and go home. For good. Anyone who has been through the process of submitting a novel to agents or publishers will not have to make much of a leap to know where I’m going with this one. Rejection hurts, it can feel like an almost physical blow when you open that email that says, “Thank you for submitting Your Great American Novel, unfortunately…” but you have to find a way to carry on. You have to work to stay in touch with the part of you that says, “I must do this”. Get back up and fight another day.

It’s not all about the glory

Sure, some of the guys playing for powerhouses like Florida and Kansas will go on to illustrious careers in the NBA, but for most college players the only reason the public will remember them in a year is if they do something embarrassing like sob into their terrible mustache after a tough loss. For the average player from say, Dayton, this is as good as it’s going to get and you can bet they’re loving every second. There’s nothing wrong with dreaming big—it can big an excellent motivator, just as your dreams of publication can be as well. But ultimately, you have to do it for the love.

 Furthermore…

It’s not about money

What supposedly makes college ball purer and more fun to watch than the NBA is that you don’t have high-salaried players showboating and making it all about them. It’s about the sport, not the cash. Clients often ask me what their chances are of making money off of their book. Oh, friend, even if your book is beautifully written, perfectly plotted, and masterfully rendered … make money? You might want to think about trying something more realistic to earn a living, like raising Arabian horses. Of course, you should do your best to find readers, to sell books, and to promote your work, but it should never be about that. Book sales are capricious at best—it should always come back to love and dedication.

 Be a good competitor

It always gets me right here when the opposing teams congratulate each other at the end of a basketball game. I love a show of good sportsmanship, of bromance forged in battle. The world of book publishing (especially if you live in a place like New York where everything from dating to riding the subway feels like a competitive sport) can feel ruthless at times. But writers are always better off supporting each other than tearing one another down. First of all, a bad reputation will not serve you. Furthermore, writing can be a lonely life and the more friends you make who can truly empathize, the better. So give blurbs, review and recommend other people’s work, show up to events, support your community. Be the person everyone is rooting for, and keep working hard.

I’m on the Bandwagon and it Feels Great

If you pay any attention to sports (or any mainstream media), you know that the Seahawks pulled off an epic comeback to win the NFC Championships yesterday. It was a glorious moment for Seattle fans and anyone else who appreciates heroic sporting feats (maybe not Packers fans).

I’m a newly minted fan, but I was jumping up and down with the rest of the sports bar (and the city) yesterday when the Hawks pulled it out. Over the last two years, I’ve had lots of reasons to come to the football-loving table. My colleagues at Girl Friday are HUGE fans, my local team got seriously awesome, and I started dating (then moved in with a diehard sports fan.

There are still plenty of reasons to take issue with the sport, especially as a feminist, but as the inimitable Roxane Gay points out in her excellent, aptly-titled essay collection Bad Feminist, there is no way to do it perfectly. You can have strongly held beliefs and still want to zone out and watch some horrible reality television, listen to some aggressive hip hop while you work out, or drink at noon and watch the game with the rest of your city without feeling guilty. I’ve got issues with the NFL for days, for everything from their shameful “charity” efforts, to past handling of domestic violence and rape charges, to their sometimes blatant disregard for their own players’ health and safety. But the sport and the organization are not synonymous; you can have objections and still be a fan. Here’s why I watch: 

The Seahawks 
Yes, they win football games. But the reasons to love this particular team are legion (of Boom). If there was ever going to be a team to get me into the sport, it’s these guys. This is not only great group of players but a great group of men, as my colleague Lam pointed out on the GFP blog last week. From our darling Quarterback Russell Wilson, who is known for his good works off the field (he visits Seattle Children’s Hospital every week!) to our silver fox of a coach, Pete Caroll who always keeps it classy, the team consistently represents our city well. We’ve got brainiacs like Richard Sherman, who is always on point in interviews and was a stand-out at Stanford, and Steven Haushka who majored in neuroscience, and then we’ve got characters like the one and only Marshawn Lynch, who tries to stick it to the NFL every chance he gets. In their post-game interviews on Sunday, every player pointed to the greatness of their teammates and the love they had for each other. Right or wrong, young men all over the country look at football players as role models, and you could scarcely find better ones than these guys.

America

There are few things that can bring people together like a football game. At the bar where we watched the game on Sunday, we were surrounded by an impressive mix of people; football fandom crosses all kind of barriers. This deeply American sport has a unique power to bring conversations to the national forefront. True, we are talking about domestic violence because of the NFL’s abysmal handling of it, but we’re talking about it. One of the reasons football makes such a compelling backdrop for fictional dramas (see below) is because it brings up so many issues of class, race, and culture. Being clued into what’s happening with football will tell you a lot about the state of the nation, and that can be eye-opening, especially when you live in a liberal enclave like Seattle.  

Common Ground

People get plenty passionate about sports, but it’s still a more neutral subject than say, politics or religion. It provides a common language with which to speak to each other about deeper issues. I may be new to football, but I’m not new to sports. I’ve was a competitive tennis player growing up and in college, and I believe in the things that any sport can teach you: integrity, discipline, resilience, and teamwork, to name a few. Professional sports, and football in particular, have a dark side but at there is also a lot of good. There are many life lessons to be taken from watching a team at their best.

Drama

Before I started watching or appreciating football as a sport, I loved football as a storytelling device in movies like Varsity Blue, Remember the Titans, and TV shows like Friday Night Lights. Why? Drama! Football is a high stakes sport, both brutal and beautiful at its best. Everyone I watched the game with yesterday went through the whole spectrum of emotions, from despair to disbelief to joy and back again. Sometimes you just want to just up and down with strangers feeling all the feels. And that’s a beautiful thing.