The Last One

Five weeks from tonight my friend is getting married.

In the past I have looked forward to weddings as a time to see friends I don’t normally get to see.  Especially with this group since we live all over the country and have not all been together at the same time in five years…since another wedding.  This wedding will be bittersweet.

Although I am looking forward to spending the weekend with my friends I can’t help but feel a little upset too.  You see we all always thought the friend that is getting married would be the last one to do so, if ever.  Well, that title has now been bestowed upon me. Something I never thought would happen.  For the most part I have been friends with this group since high school we are up to about 19…that’s a lot of weddings.

When I received the save the date card it was addressed to me and guest.  Of course I laughed it off because I didn’t have anyone in my life at that point.  I later found out that my friends were inviting everyone with dates.  Which of course is a wonderful and uncommon gesture considering how expensive weddings are.  My friend Alison said “You have plenty of time to find a date.”  I laughed again knowing my history.  I also decided that with this group of friends I wouldn’t bring just anyone.  He would need to be special.

Days, weeks and months passed, dates happened, guys came in and out of my life, some for longer times than others.  The invitation came in the mail a few weeks ago, tomorrow I get to send the response card back without a “guest” to take.  I keep telling myself that I’m ok with this.  That it doesn’t matter.  That I will get to spend a great weekend with some of my closest friends and not have to worry about them bombarding a guy with a thousand questions.  That since I have known most of the husbands longer than they’ve known their wives, I can steal them for a dance or two.

The truth is, I hate the fact that I will be going to the wedding without a guest/boyfriend/someone special.  No, I wouldn’t bring someone just to bring a date.  These friends mean too much to me and I never feel like a third wheel around any of them.  However, I would prefer to be caring enough about someone to want to introduce them to these friends.  Well, my friend’s son’s Bar Mitzvah is only a few years away…

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The Perfect Position

Some of my earliest memories involve ice hockey rinks, baseball, and softball fields. Through my father and grandfathers, I was raised not to be a fan of a specific team, but to appreciate all forms of sporting. They taught me the rules and encouraged me to ask questions.  Why did a play have a certain outcome?  Why did a referee or umpire make a certain call?  This is why I decided in elementary school that I wanted to work in professional sports, and, more specifically I wanted to be a color analyst for the New York Rangers.

Many cultural influences are generational whether it be music, clothes or television shows.  Sports, however, brings generations together.  My grandfathers and father forged a stronger bond when they taught me about sports.  When I look around the stadiums I visit, I see parents and grandparents teaching their children about the team, the play, the sport, and using sport as a metaphor for life.  Sports teaches teamwork.  Even in individual sports it takes a team of coaches, trainers, and supporters to make the athlete successful.  Sports teaches values.  It proves that if a person works hard enough and puts in the time and dedication almost anything can be achieved.

A summer internship with the Tampa Bay Storm while attending the University of South Florida led to a pivotal change in my career ambitions, and led to a decision that broadcasting was not in my future.  For one season I was mentored by the team’s Vice President of Operations.  Twelve years later, I still believe this was the best internship I could have asked for.  I had the rare and educational sports organization internship: a hands-on opportunity to learn the assortment of responsibilities that go along with working in a ten-person front office.

My biggest accomplishment came halfway through the season. My supervisor had an idea for a cheerleading clinic and she asked me to manage its creation, without dedicated funding. I was tasked with finding participants, sponsors, food, and giveaways. Since the season was during the summer, I contacted local dance and cheerleading camps and asked them to tell their campers about our clinic. I reached out to team sponsors for aid in providing food and giveaways. A few weeks later, with the help of the teams cheerleading squad, over 300 local girls and boys performed during half-time of a Storm game.

For me, one of the most gratifying aspects of working in sports is interaction with the fans and being an ambassador for the team or league I work for.  While working for the Miami Dolphins, I was able to use another skill, my comprehension of Sign Language, to improve the experience of some hearing-impaired fans.  The group had approached customer service seeking help.  Instead of requiring them to write down their questions, I was able to converse with the fans and serve as an interpreter to ensure that customer service could meet their needs.

Everyone has a dream.  Their dream wedding.  Their dream house.  Their dream vacation.  My dream is to work in sports and events, to support the work of teams and players, and enhance fans’ experiences.  I find the work extremely fulfilling when I see a child enjoying not only the plays on the field, but also the promotions and entertainment that I have worked so diligently to prepare and see come to life.

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Amazed

I started my blog back in August to give myself an added voice.  I have been able to share the highs and lows of my life here on this page.  Sure I already do that on Twitter, on my Facebook page and in general to my friends and family, but on here it seems a little different.

For some reason, although I am quite the talker, I have always found it easier to express myself in my writing. Maybe it’s because through writing I can let go a little more.  I can express myself without being interrupted by suggestions, oh that reminds mes, phones ringing, OH MY GOD DID YOU SEE THAT PLAY?, internet crashing, and…well…you get the idea.

I know I don’t post that often.  When I started the blog I told you all, and myself, that I would NEVER post blog just to get hits on my site.  I still feel that way.  Why should I post because it’s a certain day of the week or because I haven’t posted in a while?  If I were to do that everyone would probably get bored and never want to read what I have to say.  That is why I wait until I have something to say.

Without this platform I would have probably never received the response, and outcome, I did from my Delta airlines “adventure” this summer. If you don’t know what the I am talking about, look to your right and select “August” from the archives and learn ALL about it!

So today I wanted to take the time to thank you for coming to NotYourTypicalGirl.com, reading what I have to say, commenting, giving suggestions and praise, not only here but on my twitter page and through private messages and conversations.  PSA time: You can subscribe to my blog right there on the right and have my postings delivered directly to your email inbox! Thanks to those who already have! I honestly never thought when I started this that people would actually want to read what I had to say. I’m still shocked and amazed everyday that people care to read what I have to say and that so many people follow me on twitter and RT my quirky little sayings, feelings and observations.

Lastly, thank you to those who suggested I start this blog in the first place.  You know who you are, and I appreciate it.

In the upcoming year I will to continue posting my thoughts and experiences to share with all of you.  You have been warned!

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