[Insert random, snarky anti-Michigan joke here... I've heard 'em all the past couple of years!]
Anyway, I watched as the team got their butts handed to them (again) and--of course--facebook & the blogosphere were immediately filled with "FIRE RICH ROD!!" comments. But smack-dab in the middle of a series of fb posts, someone left a comment that was so even-keeled & level-headed that it provoked me to thought (a scary idea, huh?).
This person basically said that if Michigan fires Rich Rod now, it prolongs the program's transition-related misery since he hasn't finished HIS transition yet. He urged patience for another year or two, & then watch him do what he has done everyplace else he's coached: win. A LOT!
For some reason (please don't ask me why; I don't know why my brain works the way it does), I started thinking about the transitions that we go through in life. They're never easy, but let's face it: some are MUCH harder than others!
When you're in one of those sucks-to-be-me-right-now transitions, there's a natural, human defense-mechanism that says something like, "Get the heck outta here!" and every impulse in you tries to get you to quit. To borrow the nautical expression: to jump ship.
I did that once.
Once.
I had been out water skiing with a flight-school buddy & my pastor on his boat ("Visitation", I think it was called... His secretary got a kick out of telling people that called the office, "I'm sorry, but Pastor is out on Visitation."). We were headed back in to the dock--at about 40mph--when I got the
Time out!
At this point, you're either saying, "That Jeff! He sure is a barrel of laughs!" or "Dude! You're an IDIOT!"
If you said the latter, you are light-years of ahead of where I was at that moment!! The amazing thing is that I talked my flight-school buddy into doing it, too... Isn't machismo an amazingly-powerful force?!
Time in!
I tapped.
I waved.
I stepped off the back.
I asked myself, "What the HECK are you doing?!" (In that order, by the way.)
That's when it occurred to me, as I looked down between my feet & saw water going 40mph--BACKWARDS!--that what I had done was 1) dumb, 2) scary, & 3) REALLY GOING TO HURT!
Guess what? I WAS RIGHT!!!
It had seemed like such a good idea just 10 seconds earlier.
Pastor cut his engines & swung around to where the two dumb-a**ed Navy guys were floating in their life jackets, laughing their fool heads off, & asked, "You guys OK?"
We weren't. We were in a LOT of pain, but there was NO WAY either of us was going to admit it!! So we lied: "Yeah! We're AWESOME!! Ha, ha, ha, ha, yuk, yuk, yuk..."
"Good!" he said.
Then he gunned the engines and left us there... almost a MILE from the dock!!!
Here's my point: it seemed like a great idea to "jump ship"... & there was nothing wrong with the ship I was on! How much more does it seem like a good idea to "jump ship" when the ship is on fire or going in what we consider to be the wrong direction?
It SEEMS like a good idea... Until you hit the water!
That hurts.
And--God forbid--if the water is cold!
What seems like the easy (easier?) way out while you're IN the boat is usually the painful (painful-er) way once you're OUT of it.
So, maybe you're a glutton for punishment... Jump away, my friend!
Just remember: water is hard at 40mph and cold when you have to swim for a long time!
If I were you, I'd stay in the boat.
Oh, by the way... Pastor made us swim ALL THE WAY BACK to the dock!