Lollapalooza Brazil

The coverage Fritz and I created for Lollapalooza Brazil went up this weekend, courtesy of The Inertia.

http://www.theinertia.com/music-art/11-radical-observations-from-lollapalooza-brazil/

Copy/pasta’d below.  (In case you weren’t paying close attention, of course we work in increments of eleven.)

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Lollapalooza has gone global. For the past few years, we thought of the festival as an epic long weekend in Chicago. But as of 2012, Lollapalooza founder and Janes’ Addiction weirdo Perry Farrell has ported his vision to South America (Brazil and Chile, to be exact). From March 29-31st, the festival returned to the infield of the Jockey Club of Sao Paulo with headliners The Killers, The Black Keys, Pearl Jam, and a host of other great bands and DJs. Can Lollapalooza thrive in the Southern Hemisphere? We had to find out. Here, we bring you our Top 11 most interesting vignettes from the weekend:

11. [Roaming keg man.]

Fatal last words: “I’ll be right back.” For a simple snack or drink from the concession stand, you usually have to fight your way through gyrating hordes of crowds to reach your destination and find the way back. Without any clear sense of reference points (we found that even “right side of the stage” gets muddled when you wonder whether the intent was from the audience’s or the band’s perspective), a quick detour can lead to hours languished in trying to reconnect with lost members of your party. Hiring a mobile team of concessions vendors just made an impossible amount of sense. All hail the festival planners who thought of this, and all hail the roaming keg men whose glorious oversized Camelbaks supplied endless adult sodas (read: Heineken) for the thirsty masses.

10. [The post-festival Sao Paulo club scene.]

As we all poured out from the Jockey Club festival grounds at 11pm each night, the never-ending nightlife of Sao Paulo was waiting there, ready to take us in. Unlike in the city hosting your favorite American music festival, clubs and bars just don’t close here. On Saturday night, Diplo crushed his set at the Clash Club, dropping a 4:30am “Harlem Shake” which almost (harlem-)shook the walls of the venue to the ground. Our Friday night escapade to Funhouse found us boxing out locals from the jukebox so we could put Toto’s “Africa” on repeat in the queue as the sun slowly rose overhead (we thought it was funny – no other real reason!). Thank goodness for Red Bull!

9. [Evil Wayne Coyne.]

The Flaming Lips’ new live set is horrifying, but probably not the sort of horrifying that the band might hope to leverage in promoting its latest album, The Terror. Void of all of the color, confetti, costumes, and general fanfare of the band’s fabled shows of yore, frontman Wayne Coyne was left immobile on a pedestal, nurturing and kissing a wiry-haired toy baby. He describes, on multiple occasions, a wish for a plane descending towards a nearby airport to crash, cause a large fire, and invariably kill or injure hundreds of people. The confusion and tension in the crowd was palpable. A jarring and puzzling experience, at best.

8. [Brazilian bands standing their ground.]

Even though most of the prime festival timeslots were given to foreign bands, homegrown Brazilian talent refused to be sidelined. Playing with the fervor and charisma of late-night headliners, groups like Tokyo Savannah, Vivendo Do Ocio, and Wannabe Jalva showed us that Brazilian rockers can hold their own. Our personal favorite was dance-punkers Copacabana Club, who laid down bass grooves like they were LCD Soundsystem at a favela party.

7. [The Hives’ unlikely performance.]

Remember The Hives? They sang “Hate To Say I Told You So,” which was all over the airwaves just over a decade ago. Apparently, they have still been producing albums since then, and they captured an evening spot on the final day of the festival. But as the North American public eye has shifted from these Swedish garage rockers, fans in Brazil have fallen in love with them. And after their set, we rekindled our admiration too. The Hives managed to rock the entire distance from the main Cicade Jardim stage to the crew setting up Hot Chip’s synthesizers on the Alternativo Stage. Howlin’ Pelle Almqvist, the band’s spastic frontman, lived up to his moniker, leading the band with an eccentric, punk rock energy.

6. [Pearl Jam’s Sunday night headlining set.]

“Oi, São Paulo,” bellowed Eddie Vedder as he entered under the lights of the festival’s main stage. In just three words—the band hadn’t even started its Sunday night headlining set—it was already apparent that we would be in for something truly special. The band spiced up favorites “Even Flow” and “Alive” with improvisational interludes and extended solos, while also surprising the crowd with tremendous covers of The Ramones’ “I Believe in Miracles” and The Who’s “Baba O’Riley.”

If that wasn’t enough, Vedder—in crisp Portuguese—paused partway through the show to congratulate São Paulo for respecting and supporting gay marriage. The effort to speak in the country’s native language was met with fervent cheer, swoon, and admiration from the crowd, which lit up at the opportunity to welcome Vedder as one of their own. – written by Roberta, our Brazilian correspondent.

5. [American bands showing their hometown pride.]

Norman, Oklahoma. Akron, Ohio. Athens, Alabama. Queensbridge. North Carolina. The list goes on, but the audience response never rose above a murmer. Most people didn’t know where these places were, and why would they? Except for us – and we cheered obnoxiously loud and proudly American.

4. [Muddy festival grounds.]

Rain is about the last thing you want on the first day of a jam-packed music festival, turning the infield of the Jockey Club into a festival mud pit. At sunset, perhaps, when it’s no longer bright enough to discern between wet and dry paths forward, we all gave up any hope of salvaging the cleanliness of our footwear and gave in. Leading the charge was Passion Pit’s high-energy 8:00PM set. With the beckon of choruses from “Carried Away,” “Take a Walk,” and set closer “Little Secrets,” any lingering inhibitions among the crowd were joyously cast aside as we tore into the Alternativo Stage’s muddy dance scene.

3. [Brazilians loving blues rock.]

One would think that Brazilian rhythmic taste edges towards samba and bossa nova instead of the howling guitar and bluesy vocals of the Mississippi Delta. For the crowd at Lollapalooza, this couldn’t have been farther from the truth. Good ‘ol American rock ‘n’ roll reigned supreme, with the likes of the Black Keys, Alabama Shakes, and Gary Clark Jr. bringing a soulful edge to a musically diverse line-up. The energy in the Shakes’ “Heavy Chevy” and the Keys’ “Lonely Boy” had us reeling and rocking as if we were all transported to a 50’s Memphis blues joint. The language of rock is universal, and nothing goes down better than a classic sound.

2. [Hot Chip’s Official Aftershow.]

“Let Me Be Him” is the 10th track on Hot Chip’s latest album, In Our Heads, and the 13th most popular track based on the artist’s Last.fm profile. It’s not the song anyone would expect to close a set after an encore—intuition might more generally suggest a band closing on a high note with its most popular track (in Hot Chip’s case, “Over and Over”). Intuition might also suggest that an aftershow in a forgotten cinema—once popular among Japanese filmmakers—wouldn’t house the best performance of the entire weekend. But through their last song, armed with Cine Joia’s intimate setting, crisp and bulbous sound, and a high stage with clear sight lines, Hot Chip rocked the hips and melted the hearts of anyone within earshot. Sometimes intuition gets turned on its head.

1. [The people.]

There’s something special in the water in Sao Paulo. Not in the bad way where a guidebook might urge you to only drink from bottles and to carry pills to help stave off an upset stomach. Instead, there’s something in the water that makes it perfectly acceptable and miraculously sustainable to stay up and party until 6:30 AM every night of the weekend or rock out in the crowd until you’re hoarse and can’t stand anymore. There’s something in the water that makes it sane to accept nearly complete strangers into your home as guests and dear friends, to offer a guided tour of the city or an invite to a secret VIP party at the fanciest hotel in town, to give a lift to a beach house three hours away—the list of offers of love and generosity goes on, and on, and on. Perhaps it’s got nothing to do with the water. Perhaps there’s just something special in the people.

Thank you to Samuel, Mark, Eduardo, Thiago, Bea, Richelle, Isabella, Augusto, Roberta, Kevin, Nelly, Felipe, and everyone else who made this a trip, a festival, a city, and a country to remember.

Meet the other half, Josh Petersel.

Editor’s Note: Jonathan Fritz co-wrote and co-photographed this piece with friend Josh Petersel. Josh is a full-time MBA student, part-time rock music enthusiast, and no-time world record holder in the mustache speed-shaving division. His current life goals include shooting a flamethrower, getting a million views on YouTube, building a treehouse, and owning a waterbed—though not necessarily in that order.

The Karaoke Playlist

I’m not a huge karaoke guy. But when we go, things get serious.

I think there’s some kind of formula for being successful at karaoke. You need to strike the right balance of the following elements, in rough order of importance:

  • Pretty much everyone knows the song. (If it’s current, eh. If it’s nostalgic, a bonus.)
  • …But, not everybody does the song. (You picked Journey? You’re pathetic.)
  • You can actually sing the song. (Which I guess, unless you really know exactly what you’re doing, rules out the heavy majority of rap and stuff with fast lyrics.)
  • It’s upbeat, uplifting to sing.
  • It’s funny to sing.
  • Seriously, don’t pick Journey; your lack of creativity is embarrassing.

For me, this more or less boils down to “90’s pop/R&B tracks with female lead vocalists.”

Here’s a Spotify playlist:

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How I’d Fix the Harbus

The Harbus is Harvard Business School’s student newspaper. The weekly publication theoretically covers a broad range of issues of high topical relevance to the students at the school.

…But you wouldn’t know that. Because nobody reads The Harbus.

I think I can fix that.

The overarching problem here is a little weird to explain. I’ll try: Nobody reads The Harbus because nobody reads The Harbus. Make sense?

Framed a little differently, I might call the problem something like “The Watercooler Effect.” The value of the paper is largely only as good as the number of people you can discuss it with. From a business school perspective, you might more simply describe this as a “network effect.”

Problem #1: Distribution

The Harbus is distributed around campus at most of high-traffic areas. I don’t really know all of the locations I where I can pick it up, currently. It feels kind of erratic. There’s a rack by the downstairs dining hall, but not by the upstairs location. There’s a rack by the entrance of the gym, because…I guess some people want to read the newspaper while they’re lifting weights?

When the latest issue is released, there are usually GINORMOUS piles on the racks. And when I see a ginormous pile, I get the impression that nobody’s been picking anything up. So there’s that disincentive, too.

If I can’t really tell where the paper is available to be picked up, or really predict if there will be copies left by the time I get there, it’s going to be awfully hard for me to become a loyal reader.

Solution #1: No racks anymore. Distribute one copy (900 total) of the Harbus to every single RC (1st year) desk.

Here’s why this is great: First, it instills a sense of ownership. Even though I had no say in the matter, the paper that showed up on my desk feels like it’s mine. Don’t take it!

On a related note, this system instills a sense of scarcity. If an EC (2nd year) wants to read a copy of this week’s Harbus, she has to steal it.

You might think that dropping off 900 individual copies is a lot of hard work, but really, it’s not. I know this because half of the student groups at HBS send a member out once every few weeks to drop quarter sheets off on every single RC desk. It takes a few minutes per room, and all of the rooms are in the exact same building. With a small team you could be done in less than half an hour.

Speaking of which…

Problem #2: The Content                                   

It’s crazy to me that The Harbus is theoretically a perfect medium to reach students with information about upcoming events, and yet, NO student group advertises in the paper and EVERY student group is happy to print and distribute its own aforementioned quarter sheets.

For an editorial team, it’s really hard to create compelling content when you’ve only got 4 pages to work with because you don’t sell enough ads for anything bigger.

As far as I can tell, student groups have preposterous budgets for senseless stuff.

Solution #2: Some kind of program where the ad in the first issue of the year is free for every student group. This gets them into the habit of placing ads in the paper, and gets them in the habit of promoting the paper on their own, and makes the first issue of the year huge, and gets students interested in the magazine out of the gate.

Advertising in the paper should be a no-brainer for student clubs, once you’re mirroring the distribution routes they’re already practicing and can reasonably mirror the costs as well.

That all said: The ads are only half of the content. The other half is the words in the actual columns on the page.

Solution #2B: Mindful that the Harbus is now an RC-only magazine, we can now safely create content that is HYPER specific to RC life at HBS. (As an outsider, you might be surprised at how different 1st and 2nd year are.) Regular content such as:

  • Notes from ECs about RC cases (which all 900 RC’s will be reading) for the upcoming week.
  • Satire comments that can be used.
  • A schedule and map of official and unofficial events that are coming up from HBS, and in greater Boston.
  • Reader-submitted 1- or 2- sentence reflections on last week’s cases.
  • Professor-submitted reflections on last week’s cases.
  • Guidance on RC time- or season-relevant events (winter formal: buying a tux? finding a date? february recruiting: tips? horror stories? etc.) from ECs.
  • And so on.

In fact: Making the content RC-specific would actually probably be even MORE interesting for EC students than the current general-use paper. As an EC, I’d have loved the opportunity every week to reflect intimately on my experience from last year.

Problem #3: The Medium

Newsprint sucks. A newspaper is a big, clunky thing. Impossible to open, flip through, read on the go. Especially when the entire thing is only like 4-8 pages long.

Solution #3: Maybe I’m biased, but I think they should switch to magazine format. Heck. Make it look like an HBS case. Something that’s more culturally relevant, has more staying power. Something that you might save and look back on. Besides, I’d assume that the school has some sort of advantageous economies of scale for prices on printing in the case format.

There is one distinct benefit of The Harbus being in its current format, which is that it’d be much easier for professors to enforce not reading it in class–much more difficult to obfuscate the rattle of shuffling newsprint pages around, compared to the relative ease of covertly and tranquilly flipping through pages of cases.

I think much of everything else can still stay the same. I don’t see a problem with ECs being the Editors-in-Chief of an RC paper. I don’t see fundamental shifts in staffing requirements. I don’t think the new format necessarily prohibits the paper from pursuing tangential interviews that volunteer journalists are interested in writing — chatting with a famous business person visiting campus, recapping their section’s last retreat or exploits on the field for intramural soccer, etc.

Ultimately: Our goal is to make the paper more attractive to potential advertisers. With a highly pointed audience, and relevant & predictable content, this should be infinitely easier to accomplish. Exploratory articles of different parts of town should draw advertisements from local bars and restaurants. Culturally relevant pieces on social events should draw business from requisite facilitators (Who should I call if I want a tuxedo for upcoming formal? If I want to rent a party bus like this party that was described in the last article?)

Of course, instead of all of that, the Harbus could just work to really flesh out its social media presence and try to accrue a lot of Twitter followers and hopefully that will work out.

Marketing & Dentistry

I think Dentists are the best marketers of the health world.

Off the top of my head:

  • There are only two checkups that you’re generally expected to get on at least an annual basis, regardless of your actual state of health: Go to your doctor, and go to your dentist. They’re the only two medical professionals who send cute little reminder notes out in the mail which say “don’t forget your checkup, it’s been six months!”
  • I think far more than any other specialty, there are a prolific number of substantial, expensive, and increasingly common procedures that dentists perform. Everyone gets braces. Everyone gets cavities filled. Plenty of people get wisdom teeth pulled.
  • It’s common knowledge that you’re supposed to devote 5-10 minutes, twice a day, SPECIFICALLY to taking care of (brushing) your teeth. Innuendo aside, there’s no other part of your body that receives this kind of dedicated attention.
  • Of the library of possible medical maladies, I think having serious tooth trouble is by far the least embarrassing. Which means I’m both most likely to talk about it with my friends, and I’m also most likely to actually do something about it when I see a dentist. Think about how different your reaction would be if you heard that a friend is seeing a dentist regularly versus seeing a psychiatrist regularly. Think about how likely you are to respond if you’re advised to see a dentist for a mouth problem compared to seeing a psychiatrist for a brain problem.

Which leads me to the following line of questions: Why not annual checkups with your family psychologist? Why not nightly 5 minute stretch routines prescribed by your long-time physical therapist?

And more centrally: Are we really just that poor at taking care of our teeth, or were the founding fathers of dentistry just really exceptional businessmen?

Launching Tech Ventures: Sales Sucks (Or at least, why you think so)

(Another cross-post from my Launching Tech Ventures class. Original here.)

Ultimately, ironically, you might argue that salespeople have done a terrible job of selling “sales” as a concept. In my best estimation, here are the four biggest reasons why you, why schools, and why the business community at large all think that sales sucks.

First problem: It’s not “sexy.” Heck, it’s not even “neutral.” We look down on salespeople. We use descriptors like greedy, untrustworthy, you name it.

My two foremost experiences with sales professionals really stick out in my head. On the one hand: Willy Loman in Arthur Miller’s Death of a Salesman, whose job leaves him lonely, delusional, lacking many real skills, and altogether out of touch with reality. On the other: Mr. Wormwood, the dad in Roald Dahl’s Matilda, who is slimy, dishonest, and basically the worst dad ever.

Who’d ever want to be a salesperson with this as a foundation? I don’t think I’ve even once read a story where a salesperson saved a life, was a hero, or even just did something remarkably creative and fun in their line of work.

 

Second problem: There’s a notion that sales is kind of exclusively for people who really, really care about money. You can aspire to pretty much any other job (even ones that pay exceedingly well) without money being your number one priority. Does every Private Equity financier care exclusively about their bottom line? I think the majority seek this line of work because it’s a language and a setting they’re comfortable with.

Sales jobs all seem to all rely very, very heavily on commissioned compensation structures, metrics, and quotas. It seems like it’s very hard to just do sales because you love to work with customers and love to uncover and solve their problems.

 

Third problem: The notion that it’s hard to teach sales and far more effective to just go out and practice. I really don’t see how this is any truer for sales than it is for marketing, for entrepreneurship, for strategy, for coding, and probably for finance, too.

For sales, you have frameworks and tools which you can teach and can help guide students’ thinking. How to write a call script. How to do an elevator pitch. How to go from cold call to initial visit to closed deal to follow up. How to write emails that prompt readership and timely response. All theories which are admittedly sort of half baked. They’re effective in a vacuum, but only applicable in a limited capacity in any real-world environment—for sure, you wouldn’t create the same sorts of scripts whether you sold kids toys or financial planning.

Isn’t this the same stuff as the 5 C’s and 4 P’s of marketing? All we’re missing is for somebody clever to come up with neat acronyms. (Better than Alec Baldwin’s A.B.C.)

 

Fourth problem: The notion that you’re either a born sales person or you’re not. The reality: nobody is a born salesperson any more than they’re a born doctor. Just like everything else on the planet, you learn how to do sales through exposure and practice. Probably for months or years. Some people seem like natural salespeople because they practiced on the playground in grade school. I think it’s natural for us to be afraid of sales, for much the same reason I’d be terrified to perform surgery in an operating room.

 

Conclusion: I guess if you were to take the above at face value, you might think I’m suggesting we need to blow up the entire sales ecosystem. We’d need to write children’s stories, create completely new compensation structures, and develop entire lines of academia so that we might begin to award sales doctorates.

I’m not that crazy.

For now, all I hope that we might take away is a better understanding of why sales is given the rough shake that it is. From that new perspective, I hope we might become more open to learning and working with an incredibly powerful set of trade skills.

Forget “sales” as you know it. Learn how to be a Customer Problem Solver, instead. Start by picking up Dale Carnegie’s How to Win Friends & Influence People or Spencer Johnson’s One Minute $alesperson.

Screen Lock Protection on Phones and Laptops

i use samsung which has this neat drag the finger thing. same idea.

You know this screen. If you’re like many smartphone users, you probably see it hundreds of times a day. This is the protection that your smartphone affords you from friends, strangers, and general miscreants who want access into your phone for who knows what.

And I think it’s a huge waste of time and energy.

First, a few questions:

  1. What on earth are you hiding? Are you married and checking up on your AshleyMadison account? Take considering a screen lock as an easy wake-up call: You don’t need password protection. What you DO need to address the source of the problem: the fact that you’re doing something totally inappropriate.
  2. Are you worried that a friend or significant other might want to peek in for some reason? Please. None of your friends care about your email history. Even if they did (or, even if you’re just paranoid of as much), you’re again not addressing the source of the problem. (Hint: Your friends are creeps. Time to find new ones.)Alternatively, assuming we’re in some bizarro world and they do want to have access, you think a 4-digit code is going to stop them?Here’s what your obsessive counterparty is thinking: A) I can probably just figure out your phone unlock key by hanging out with you and peering over your shoulder (in fact, I can prompt this by just sending you a text message while I’m standing in front of you). B) I could probably just ask you for your code. What, you’re hesitant about telling me, your trusted friend/significant other what your phone unlock key is? What does that imply about what you’re actually doing on there? (See #1 above.)
  3. You’re worried about a burglar or something? Stop watching so much CSI. You’re not that important. If your phone gets stolen, the thief probably doesn’t care at all who you are. He’s probably going to factory reset the phone and then sell it on eBay. And if he really wanted to get inside, I’m sure there are an infinity of ways to bypass this lock by Googling the problem.

A few other observations:

  1. Imagine doing this with other personal identity things you own. Would you want a 4-digit unlock key for your credit card every time you wanted to buy some groceries? I mean, theoretically the same burglary/identity theft issues still apply. How paranoid would you need to be?
  2. You know what else is generally four digits long? Your pass key for your ATM card is usually four numbers. As is the answer to many identity-verifying questions used when you’re talking to credit card / banking / etc. companies on the phone (for example (obviously), “What are the last four digits of your social security number?”).Many people don’t have the mental capacity to hold on to more than one important 4-digit number in their life. So now, with your screen unlock, you’ve created the opportunity to telegraph something that may ACTUALLY be sensitive and valuable to an identity thief / maniacal S.O.

Let’s look at how much this is destroying your life.

Here’s an article  that says the average person checks their phone about 150 times a day. I’m sure this figure fluctuates wildly depending on whether or not you’re a psychotic teenage girl (though, given our understanding above, it’s likely that you are). 150 might sound high at first, but if you think about it, given ~19 waking hours (~7 hours of sleep), that’s checking your phone 7.9 times an hour. That’s entirely plausible. If not conservative.

We’ll say it takes, what, all of 2 seconds to pass through the unlock screen? Fine. That’s 5 minutes (300 seconds) you spend unlocking every day. Or 1.27 entire 24-hour days (109,500 seconds) every year that you’re exhausting just by nonsensically punching your 4-digit security code into your cell phone.

(…By comparison: I wrote this entire blog post and managed to only waste about 75 minutes.)

Re: Spotify

I wrote last month about making Spotify better. One of the core suggestions I’d laid out was the opportunity for Spotify to integrate better with automobiles and take over the car radio.

As of March 6th, nearly a month after I published my thoughts, Spotify announced that it will be available in Volvo cars through a special, customized interface. Which, naturally, requires the vehicle owner to have a Spotify Premium account.

Being right is awesome.

Google Focus

A friend at HBS is going to be interning at Google this summer. We recently talked at length about an idea of his where Google should repackage some of its product line to make it more saleable for businesses—going into detail here is a story for another day. Though he and I agreed that Google stood to make a sizeable chunk of change on the proposition, I lobbied strongly that Google would never do it.

“It’s all about search and ads. That’s it. That’s all anything ever comes down to,” I pitched. My friend’s idea would monetize by selling products directly to businesses. Which seems simple enough. But, I explained, there are all sorts of logistics they’d need, too: You’d have to hire, train, and manage salespeople. You’d need effective customer service—an area which I think Google broadly ignores (perhaps they might simply argue “Just Google it”). You’d need to figure out how to identify leads. Etc., etc., etc. It’s true that Google is sitting atop a mountain of cash. But diversifying (even to a small degree) and not using its resources to feed #1? Out of the question.

So now I’m forced to eat my own medicine. Google recently announced they’d be shutting down Google Reader soon. In case you didn’t know me: Google Reader is in my Top 5 all-time favorite things on the internet. In case you didn’t know Google Reader: It’s an RSS aggregator, which in layman’s terms basically means it receives every update from all my other favorite sites on the internet, presents everything cleanly, and enables me to check one page (reader.google.com) instead of hundreds and without having to sift through a mountain of content which I’ve already seen or chosen to ignore.

I now think back to my argument from before. “It’s all about search and ads. That’s it.” I’ve met people from Google who explain that Google Chrome explicitly exists because of the incremental Google searches that result from using the Omnibar. Gmail exists because you search and view ads through the platform. YouTube, framed a little differently, is actually the internet’s second biggest search engine (after Google, of course). Google Glass exists because it opens up a treasure trove of new search opportunities.

I don’t think I ever actually search in Google Reader. And I’m not really ever served any ads. It seems like this’d be a tremendous opportunity for AdWords to reach me. I assume there’s a good reason why they don’t do this. Maybe it has something to do with advertising next to content that isn’t Google’s own. (What happens if Google runs an ad next to an ESPN article? Should ESPN get part of the revenues? What if ESPN finds the ad objectionable? Etc.)

As a result: Google Reader is dying. Thousands and thousands of loyalists like myself are left without any strong idea about how you’re supposed to browse the internet effectively without the use of a capable RSS aggregator.

Smells like a business opportunity…

Rick DiPietro & Sports Injuries

The Islanders recently waived longtime goaltender Rick DiPietro. He’s infamous for a massive, overbearing contract and a litany of debilitating injuries.

My initial reaction: “FREEDOM.”

 

Rick’s: “They ripped my heart out, stabbed it, set it on fire.”

I have a really strange relationship with athletes who suffer from chronic injury problems. Probably aided in no small part by a lengthy history of playing fantasy sports. I don’t think I’m in the minority here, either.

So here’s the thing: For the longest time, I’ve actively disliked professional athletes who get injured frequently. I’m sure I’ve even used the word hate before.

I used to hate Fred Taylor. Former All-Star running back for the Jacksonville Jaguars. Nicknamed “Fragile Fred.” I like Josh Hamilton, but I hate how he’s pretty much guaranteed to miss time during the baseball year.

And of course (at least, until I started reflecting during this post), I absolutely, positively despised Rick DiPietro.

I’m led to the following thoughts:

  1. It’s weird that a propensity for injuries, in the context of professional sports, is seen as somewhat of a character trait, or even a flaw, as opposed to just a physical body attribute.
  2. It’s weird that it’s normal to have feelings about a human being because of this. Really weird. It’s really no different than disliking a person because they wear glasses.

I think I’m going to reverse my position. I feel sorry for these guys. To reach the pinnacle of your profession, in what should be the prime years of your life, and have your body start breaking down on you? It’s not like getting injured or having lengthy recovery times is something they want, or is an active choice they’re making. Imagine if, as a rising business person, I was unable to make good business decisions for weeks or months at a time. My cognitive abilities always used to serve me just fine…but now they don’t. And people are mad at me because of this!

I dunno. Just a thought.

I’m sorry, Rick.