Overcoming Objections and Missinterprentations

It was a situation like this past Monday night’s NFL football game between Seattle and Green Bay, where I found myself staring incredulously at the television, wondering “What the heck just happened?” There was a blatant controversy on the actual outcome of the game, where two referees had conflicting interpretations of the ruling on the field. In the most bizarre of circumstances, the ruling on the field of a touchdown catch by Seahawks receiver Golden Tate was upheld, even with video replay showing the ball actually being caught by a Packer safety, M.D. Jennings.

After my usual Tuesday routine of work and getting the chance to think about the call from Monday night, I couldn’t help but contemplate the broader implications of this complex decision by the replacement referees.  Even the National Football League was willing to stand behind the interpretation made by the officials on a seemingly obvious call that was clearly mishandled.

In terms of everyday life, does a controversy like this really have any impact whatsoever?  Although I am not a fan of the Green Bay Packers, nor am I a former player or person involved with the NFL, I believe a decision like this can have an impact on how we view the world in our daily routines outside of the world of sports.

In whatever profession you are in, whether it’s accounting, law, or software sales (my world), there has to be something you can take away from Monday night’s debacle.  In sales, for example, there are going to be objections and misinterpretations of the product or service you are pushing for and the messaging behind your deliverance.  Just like the referees having different opinions, there may be decision makers like IT directors and personnel within the organization who want to learn more about how you can help their business, while a VP or CIO wants to shut you out.  Just like the bad call, a potential CIO may not realize the full extent of how the solution your selling will ultimately help them.  That’s where it is my job as a sales person to help convince them otherwise.

Lastly, as we are going through our work days and routines, let us not forget that there are going to be errors in judgements along the way.  There are going to be plenty of bad calls and unfair advantages, competitors who are trying to out-jockey you for a deal and decision makers, who are not getting the full gambit of available information.  How one goes about overcoming objections and keeping a level head through all of the politics that surround us, ultimately determines what kind of outcome he/she can expect.  As I thought about the “sleepless” unrest in Seattle on Monday night, I can now relax much easier on a Wednesday morning knowing that one botched decision in a football game does not have to mean continuous rejection or unfair advantages in our everyday lives.

As we say in Hebrew, “Shana Tova.”  May you have a happy, healthy and successful new year.

Old Guys 2 Andy 0

For the second time this year, I got smoked by the old guys.  This time, it was as part of a 10 kilometer race in Bethesda, Maryland called the “Turkey Chase,” which takes place on Thanksgiving day morning.  My Uncle Ken, a doctor from Potomac, who is 55 years old and in great shape I might add, was running in his 10th straight Thanksgiving Day run.  He ran alongside a fellow doctor in his fifties, named Alan, who also had run this race before.  This was my first Turkey Chase and actually my first 10K race ever.  Regardless of these small details, it was me, the 26 year old, who was once again showed up by a few men in their fifties (bad hips and all).

We started out at the Bethesda YMCA as part of a group of over 4,000 runners.  At the starting line was myself, the two doctors (Ken and Alan) as well as Ken’s son Matthew, who is my 18-year old cousin, a freshman at the University of Virginia.  I was somewhat nervously anticipating the running of six miles through the unknown streets of Bethesda, what seemed like foreign territory to me.  I really didn’t know the course at all and to be honest, I hadn’t really even trained for this race.

As we stood at the starting line among the pack of runners (all in incredibly good-looking shape I might add), I was banking on the fact that doing core strength exercises and some cardiovascular workouts at Cross-Fit Providence would propel me through this race.  I was also relying upon my iPod for inspiration in the form of Chris Brown, Lil’ Wayne, and Rihanna songs.  However, perhaps the most obvious factor I had assumed was on my side was “youth.”  The idea that I could easily keep up with Uncle Ken because of our difference of 30 years in age was a misconception that I willingly hung onto like a painful addiction.

After the gun went off to signal the start of the race, I couldn’t have been more misconstrued in my expectation that youthful exuberance would carry me through this race.  The fact that Ken was born during the Eisenhower administration and I, during President Reagan’s second term did nothing for my mental and physical stamina needed to succeed in the Turkey Chase run.  Age was merely a figment of my imagination.  All of my youthful exuberance was overcome by strength and determination on the part of the old guys as Ken and Alan dominated from the onset.  During the 1st mile, Matthew had already bolted ahead to a faster pace group and I was left in the dust behind two doctors who didn’t mind showing up a twenty-something with a good dose of old man strength.

Miles 2 through 5 were more about keeping up with the doctors than anything else.  At times, I could see myself slipping away from the two men in their jump suits and sneakers that even the family dog has already chewed up.  As they were busy steadily pacing themselves and talking about God knows what, I was erratically swerving through the masses just to make sure I didn’t lose sight of the jump suits.  Finally, at around mile 5.25, after we had already turned around at Wisconsin Avenue and Old Georgetown Road back to the Bethesda YMCA, I finally started to catch the Baby Boomers.  I gasped to Alan that we only had less than 1 mile to go (based on my iPhone application, RunKeeper, telling me through my earphones).  He sped up and left Ken and I side-by-side, probably in disgust for my generation and our technological habits.

Ken and I finished the race together arm-in-arm for a finish time of 59:49, but not after some deep, gasping breaths on my part and having to overcome a slightly nauseous episode at the very end.  I’ve realized in my few years of running that this is an individual sport not just contingent upon physical ability, but more often one’s mental capacity to overcome small battles with yourself, little “games” if you will, that are required to continue to push your body to its limits.  Ken’s ability to overcome pain to hips proved to me that I could channel my energy away from my shin splints.  The bottom line was that no matter what is plaguing you during your runs, you have to be able to cognitively remove yourself from the actual pain and focus your attention elsewhere.  The “other” point I want to make is that age is irrelevant when it comes to matters of strength and determination.  The old guys won again.

Thoughts on Penn State and Morality

Joe Paterno, Penn State Head Coach

Joe Paterno

I listen to a fair amount of sports talk radio, specifically WFAN-660 in New York.  Usually, the topics of discussion surround the peformance of the local sports teams, which for the most part, bears very little impact on how we behave as human beings.  However, while listening to WFAN this past week, I was especially drawn to recent scandal involving a pattern of the sexual abuse of young boys among a member of the Penn State football coaching staff, dating back to the mid-1990′s.  The actions of this former Defense Coordinator, Jerry Sandusky, were egregious and almost unfathomable.

From a morality standpoint, this story has had more of an impact on my everyday thoughts and my own sense of human interaction than any other sports story in my lifetime.  The underlining issue that someone like Coach Joe Paterno, the head football coach at Penn State for the last 46 years was told about one specific incident in 2002 by eyewitness Mike McQueary (a graduate assistant and now assistant football coach) and didn’t report Sandusky to the authorities, is absolutely incredulous.  Paterno claims that he had passed along the information to his boss, former athletic director, Tim Curley, but why didn’t he confront Sandusky directly or go to the police with this information.

Both Curley and another high ranking Penn State official, Senior Vice President Gary Schultz, recently turned themselves in after being indicted for perjury and accused of failing to alert police about complaints.  In all likelihood, Paterno will never face such legal action, but could he have done more to bring this tragedy to light many years ago?  Absolutely.  Even Paterno admitted so himself in a recent interview.

What I have internalized from this tragedy is more the “cover-up” than anything else.  The question of why the higher-ups at Penn State did nothing to turn this into an investigation before Sandusky was able to get away with consecutive crimes against young boys is extremely thought provoking: To think “what would I have done in this situation” allows me to consider times when I may have “saw something happen,” but “did not say anything.”  The inaction of those at Penn State proves that a lack of public intervention can decriminalize the most vile of acts.  Even if only a few people (McQueary, Paterno, Curley) knew what had transpired back in 2002, the act of one person could have ultimately made the difference needed to stop Sandusky from ever committing another abusive act.

When it comes to morality and ethics, there is no “chain of command.”  You absolutely have the right and the authority to go straight to the authorities without getting permission from your superiors.  In New York State, the law actually permits the use of “lethal force” to stop a perpetrator during an act of sexual abuse.  Even if what is seen by a witness is so heinous that the witness refuses to fully comprehend, there should be an “open door” policy to pass the information along to the proper people.  In this regard, the entire Penn State community should be held accountable for years of incomprehensible behavior by one deviant animal of a human being.

Crossfit Providence

Crossfit Providence LogoIf you are looking for more than just your average gym membership, look no further than Crossfit Providence.  According to the Cross Fit website, “CrossFit is the principal strength and conditioning program for many police academies and tactical operations teams, military special operations units, champion martial artists, and hundreds of other elite and professional athletes worldwide.”

I have been doing Crossfit since 2010, and I can honestly say this is the best workout community I have ever been apart of.  It’s so much different that your average gym.  You don’t walk in and start pumping out bicep curls and/or other lame isolation exercises.  You feel like your bettering yourself each and everytime you step in the gym on Washington St. near Federal Hill on the West side of Providence.

“The CrossFit Program was developed to enhance an individual’s competency at all physical tasks,” explains Greg Glassman, founder of CrossFit.  As explained by Glassman, in doing so, you are optimizing your physical competence in each of ten recognized fitness domains, including cardiovascular and respiratory endurance, strength, flexibility, speed, power, etc.

The break-down of each fitness session is extremely worthwhile in the sense that you are not only perfecting certain skills and movements in the beginning of each of session, but then you are putting them to the test in the “Workout of the Day.”  All along, you are getting instruction from one of the Cross-Fit trainers at CF Providence, like Judah, Mike, Adam, Bryce, Josh, James, Kelly, Megan, Gino, Tony, Andres, and many others.

When I first started Cross-Fit in 2010, I only lasted a few months.  I was overwhelmed by some of the movements and the toll it was taking on my body.  However, with the proper coaching, stretching, diet, and mental toughness, this can be overcome.  I on-boarded again in August of 2011 and I couldn’t be happier.  It’s good to be back with such a great group.

Link to CF Providence here:  http://www.crossfitprovidence.com

Update to Rick Bailer Recovery from Crash

I wanted to share with you a quick update on Rick’s progress as he recovers from his bicycling accident from last Sunday.  Here is a report from my sister, Laura Bailer, as she just got off the phone with him last night.  Laura is graduating this December from physician assistant school at James Madison University in Virgina.

“I just talked to him a couple hours ago. He is doing great and exceeding the doctors expectations. He should be going home tomorrow or Saturday. He is now out of the trauma step down unit and in a regular bed. He also has his chest tube out and is off oxygen! Today he even walked a lap around the floor. It is still going to be a long recovery, but he is making progress!”

I also spoke to my dad last night and he is definitely ready to be leaving the hospital and heading home to rest and recover.  Although, it is going to be a long time before he gets on a bike again, I am sure he is optimistic about this next phase.  As my sister already eluded to, he is making progress and taking everything in stride.  Friends of Rick have told me, if there is anyone who can remain optimistic during a tough time, it is him!

Thanks to everyone who wrote me and/or I spoke to on the phone.  All of your overwhelming support and generosity has been great.  I am sure my dad appreciates everything you all have done for him.

Update to Rick Bailer Crash on Coastal Century

Hi everyone.  I wanted to update you quickly on my dad, Rick Bailer, who sustained a bicycle accident that took place around Mile 71 of the Coastal Century ride in Connecticut on Sunday, September 11th.  After hitting a pot hole and being thrown from his bike onto the pavement, he was knocked unconscious, breaking his collar bone and 7 ribs in the process.  He also sustained a collapsed lung.

I spoke to him tonight on the phone from his hospital bed.  He is in good spirits and was communicating what he remembers from after the crash.  He is currently resting and recovering at the hospital.  I should have more information later today and the upcoming days.  We are all lucky that he received the proper emergency care and that his condition is now stable.

He said he doesn’t remember anything after the crash until he woke up in the hospital sometime later Sunday afternoon.  Luckily, the CT scan revealed no damage to his brain besides a concussion.  If you would like more information from me, please e-mail me at andy.bailer@gmail.com.  Thank you for all of your caring and support as Rick recovers from this hard fall.

Sound Cyclists Bicycle Club Remembers Janet Hansen, A Member and Friend

This past Tuesday night, August 16th, the Sound Cyclists Bicycle Club lost one of its most active members.  After over 1 year and several months of battling Stage 4 cancer, Janet Hansen passed away peacefully in a coma while under the care of Hospice.  Jan was a tremendously brave fighter, a mother of two young adults in their early twenties, and a wonderful operator of a kids’ daycare center in her hometown of Darien, CT.

Although I didn’t have the pleasure to get to know Jan as well as some of the other members of the Sound Cyclists’ bike club, I did get the chance to speak with her after her diagnosis in July of 2010.  Even when faced with with the terrible news, she still showed that positive human spirit, that courageous optimism that embodied her great personality.

This is what she said to me: “Yesterday I got some good results.  The cancer will never go away and the liver is a problem but the cancer is shrinking!!!  I was supposed to have an operation between Thanksgiving and mid-January for the original tumor on the colon..the size of a grapefruit..but…it disappeared!!!

She was a brave woman who always put others before herself.  She helped kids with disabilities learn how to ski.  She was the proud mother of two sons in college, helping them pave the way to be successful as young men in whatever they set out to do in life.  As for Jan, she came from a long line of engineers.  Her grandfather designed the windows for the Empire State Building and Chrysler Building.  While her boyfriend Bob Boothroyd, an architect and fellow member of the bike club, was making sure she was well taken care of, Jan didn’t hesitate to give some strong motherly advice that I will never forget:

“You don’t need to do anything.  Just be a good kid for your mom and dad.  Your mom and dad are truly wonderful people. Lucky young man you are.”  She is right.  I am not only grateful for my family, but I am also truly lucky to have met Jan and to share just a few short moments with such a great woman.