For many years, I’ve been a tennis fan—as a player and as a couch potato.
Per the latter pursuit, I’ve greatly enjoyed the current men’s era of Roger (Federer) and Rafa (Nadal) and I’ve also somewhat enjoyed many of the women’s players. You know what I mean.
The current tourney, Wimbledon, is the one with the most panache and pageantry—with a little royal snobbery mixed in as well. And this year, the –Ovas are everywhere.
The women’s final will pit the well-known 6’2” Russian beauty Maria Sharapova against up-and-coming Czech player Petra Kvitova, who stands in at a mere six-foot-even. It has everything but sexy Anna Kournikova.
Matthew J. Goldberg (or Matt, if preferred), Immediate Past President.
Has a ring to it, doesn’t it?
In nine days, I will officially be the immediate Past President of my Toastmasters chapter, and will take on this new unofficial title.
I’m not sure what this position rings of, or reeks of, but it seems to connote experience, accomplishment and wisdom. I kind of like it.
Of course, I had to travel through “presidency” to get here, and looking back on it, I don’t think I had ever been a president before. Shoot, for a lot of years, I was barely present, let alone president. And I know that presidential means a whole lot of things to a whole lot of people, so let’s just say I wasn’t a whole lot of those things, either.
It's true that I have decidely mixed feelings about my current publisher. I went with a POD (print-on-demand) publisher by design, and this one—an imprint of the largest POD company—was recommended to me by a friend who runs a publicity agency.
What are my mixed feelings? I’m pleased with the two books that resulted from my association with their design team, including the editorial staff, which was somewhat competent and pleasant to work with.
This almost negates the fact that they took way too long getting my books to the finish line and they did not disclose all the important aspects of our publishing contract. They also did not disclose that their marketing division—in my experience—is populated mostly by dunces who do not have the requisite finesse to sell used cars.
Mixed feelings? I guess, although it’s a little like saying I have mixed feelings about global warming, the economy and lima beans.
A couple weeks ago, I emceed a golf tournament that benefited the Alzheimer’s Association. I was enlisted at the 11th hour, but very happy to contribute my time (and what I hope are bona fide speaking skills) to such a worthy cause.
Along with the enlistment came two invitations. The first was a no-brainer; I would join the gang—most of whom paid pretty good money—for lunch and dinner. The second invitation should have been a no-brainer.
I was offered the opportunity to enjoy a round of golf for free—as part of a foursome—and duff away on a beautiful course. This would, no doubt, be one of the two nicest courses I have ever divoted upon, but I had not played so much as pitch-and-putt or the driving range in about five years.
With a heavy heart, I declined the offer, deciding that any humor I provided would be from the microphone—not from the tee box, fairway, putting green or woods. I’m a decent athlete, but blessed and cursed with a very competitive side when playing sports. When it comes to golf, I have never had the game to match my competitive instincts.