After reading a knights journal, I have decided to give myself a job within our club. I will teach (or at least try to) our kids and adults to thank the directors at their tournaments. I know I thanked mine for pools at Divisional, but I do not think I thanked any of the other refs; armourers; registration people. There were at least two who were sick and the hours were long and hard. It was a couple of looonnnnnggg days.
There is more than one reason for this.
1. It is the right thing to do. So many hard jobs, that are so desperately needed and you are more likely to hear someone complain than to thank someone for their efforts. We should have club thank you cards made up, to send to these people with everyone’s signature. That most likely will never happen, but it is a good thought.
2. At some point in my first eight classes, I can remember Sally telling a bunch of “noobs”, that this was fencing etiquette and was to be respected. (Words to that effect.) As Sally is taking a year sabbatical, I will make this little job mine. Not mine alone, but one I will pay more attention to as a way of honoring my coach who will be far away.
Now....for other things:
Of late, I am reminded of a current television commercial or "Ferris Buluer’s Day Off". "Life comes at you fast." Or more to the point, "fencing comes at you fast." There is so much going on, it boggles my mind, and I am only slightly involved in some of it. Divisionals; Coaches College and Sally’s sabbatical. There is the upcoming RYC tournament that we need to get to work on. Then there is the big one! The thing that could be the greatest thing we ever did as a club, or the thing that kills our club. It is scary and it is cool. And I can’t write about it yet. We must talk to our Leadership Committee first. Hey...nothing may come of it.
We had a coaches meeting in a really great little Irish pub last night. What a great place for a fencing club meeting! Good stew as well. I think I will take my " cuppy cake" there this weekend.
Editors Note: No...We don't use that kind of sickening sweet baby talk to each other....unless we are joking. It had to be said.