Tom Brady says his career turned around when a sports psychologist told him to stop complaining about what he wasn’t getting and start stewarding what he had the right way
“Greg said to me, ‘Why don’t you quit bitching about all the things you’re not getting, and how about you do the best with whatever opportunities you get?’, ‘Stop worrying about what the other quarterback’s getting. Stop worrying about what the coach is saying to you.’”
“‘Every time you get in there, you bring the juice. You bring the energy. You bring the enthusiasm. You treat practice like a game.’ Because if you just decide to go out there and you’re blaming everybody else, where does that get you? So I started to change my attitude.”
“I didn’t have a lot of confidence in myself. And when you don’t have a lot of confidence in yourself, you blame other people. When you gain confidence in yourself, you start pointing the finger at yourself.”
“I would encourage every athlete to look in the mirror after every day of practice or a game and say, ‘What can I do better to help the team? What can I do better?’”
“Not, ‘What does the coach need to do better?’ Not, ‘What do my teammates need to do better?’, ‘What do I need to do better?’ If every player does that, you’re going to have an incredible team.”
“You can’t have a false confidence. You don’t only gain your confidence because of your physical ability. You gain your confidence because you’re prepared, because you’re competitive. I couldn’t just show up and be better than everybody.”
“I had to show up prepared. I had to show up with energy. I had to show up with my body feeling right. I had to show up like I was on a mission.”
In America they told me the football game starts at 1 PM.
I arrived at 1 PM.
I was five hours late.
The parking lot was already a city.
A man had built a living room beside his truck. Not metaphorically. He had a couch. A television. A chandelier powered by a generator the size of a small horse.
He was grilling enough meat to feed a village, and when I walked past he said, "You hungry?"
I said I had not been invited.
He looked at me the way you look at someone who has apologized for breathing.
"Brother," he said. "You're here. That's the invitation."
He handed me a plate. It was not a small plate. The brisket hung over the edges like a man sleeping in a bed he has outgrown.
I ate it standing beside a stranger's couch in a parking lot in October, and it was among the finest meals of my life.
A woman across the row had a tent, a smoker, a speaker system, and a flag so large it could have sheltered a family of five beneath it.
She had been here since 6 AM.
The game had not started.
The game, I began to realize, was not the point.
I asked the man what time he would go inside the stadium.
He said, "Depends."
I asked on what.
He said, "On whether the ribs are done."
I want to be clear. He had a ticket. He had driven four hours. He had assembled a small civilization from the back of a pickup truck.
And he was considering not going to the game.
Because the ribs were not ready.
In Japan we tailgate nothing. We do not build living rooms in parking lots. We do not grill for strangers.
We sit quietly on trains and think about whether we remembered to bow at the right angle.
I have since attended eleven tailgates.
I have never once cared who won the game.
Nobody has.
The game is inside the stadium.
America is in the parking lot.
10 @TedLasso leadership lessons:
1 believe in yourself
2 doing the right thing is never the wrong thing
3 all people are different people
4 see good in others
5 forgive first
6 tell the truth
7 winning is an attitude
8 optimists do more
9 stay teachable
10 happiness is a choice
@Jamie_Burkart@SenFettermanPA Exactly the question I want answered. Bunch of cowboys killing people and blowing stuff up with no plan for what comes next.
@RepBrianFitz Would be pretty cool if you had the power to do something about this, oh wait, never mind. You do, but won’t. You’ll send a tweet and assume people will forget. Wash, rinse, repeat. It’s about time “centrists” like you stand up for what is right. Disgusting.