Once again, much respect is given to the Universe, as it has proven to have a jolly good sense of humor. Sit down for this: I was asked to be the Team Captain of 19 individuals for the upcoming tennis season. It is a huge honor, as it is typically reserved for individuals who have seniority, known to be reliable and organized, and have the necessary leadership skills to manage a team.
The leadership skills of managing a "TEAM" is the comical cosmic challenge. And don't think the irony is not lost on any of my friends. LOL. Filtering out the noise and distractions of others in a group setting often fills me with distress. I perform much better doing things alone. Give me a mission and I will carry it out like a Sith assassin. It seems like an efficient way to live. Maybe I have grown old and ornery? Or bitter
Needless to say, the twelve-week season will be an exercise in thinking outside of one's self for the greater good of others. As Team Captain, the #1 goal is guiding minions to deliver weekly asswhoopings to other teams. Doing so requires pairing the right individuals up and making tough lineup decisions, all while balancing team harmony and morale.
Then there is dealing with Court Divas: "Hey! So-and-So has played three matches already and I played only once!"
OR "Can you please put me with another doubles partner? XYZ sucks!"
Dealing with such bratty and high maintenance individuals will put me in the shoes of every Team Captain I have ever played for. An exercise in humor indeed! :)
To lessen the chances of a coup d'état occurring in the first week, I smartly drafted two good friends and a brother-in-law to shore up a tiny base of support. But there are still 15 other players who will carefully scrutinize every decision I make. Ruh Roh.
Oh Universe, please grant me patience and wisdom to be a good Team Captain. This could either end horribly in epic failure or serve as an invaluable learning experience. I'm rooting for the latter. GULP!