Behaving like Federer

Got up early this morning to watch Andy Murray play his quarter final match in the Australian Open tennis. He won it handily enough, three sets to one, but it made me think a bit about the nature of competition and how it brings out the best and the worst in each of us. We are all competitors, are we not? I suppose it goes back to the origins of our species - indeed of all species - when  survival and the chance of procreation depended upon getting one's share - or more - of what  there was: food and drink, clothing to keep out the cold, a mate to ditto. 

This competitive spirit is most marked in sport. In his famous poem "IF" Kipling wrote (something like) "If you can win or lose but treat these two imposters just the same .... then you are a man my son." But today tears for the loser and triumphalising for the winner have become the norm. And personally I find one as unnecessary, as embarrassing as the other. True, tennis is better than most but even there the clenched fist pump, the hate-filled glare at one's opponent after hitting a winner, the screaming and the racket destruction are all too common. They don't seem to understand that such actions are not necessary, in fact can act more as handicap than help.

If you want to be as good as Federer you might as well learn to behave like him.

It's now 09.30. Lovely January day. Good ration of blue above. Time to move on with my latest painting. It's a commission to be called Seabank Sunset.

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