For Mother’s Day, my husband and son presented me with the gift that you see to the right.
Yep, it’s a hockey stick.
Those of you that have hosted here for years and who have noticed that Jen always works on Superbowl Sundays may wonder why on earth my darling husband and son would choose to present the decidedly non-sportsfan DrakNet owner (moi) with a hockey stick as a Mothers Day present.
How Hockey Took Over My Life
As some folks are aware, and some folks aren’t, my child was born with a Congenital Heart Defect. Admittedly, he got some cool things out of it like when Make a Wish sent him to meet Stephen Colbert, and he’s gotten some not so cool things out of it, like two open heart surgeries.
Open Heart Surgeries, in case you’re wondering? Just as expensive as you would assume. They’re twice as expensive for two small business owners who can’t get very good insurance because private insurance companies don’t really rush to sign up someone that could have open heart surgeries. Eventually, we realized one of us would have to enter corporate servitude in trade for employee health coverage. He lost the coin toss. (Actually, I make more money than he did teaching martial arts – all those broken boards cost a lot, you know.)
So, he went into private security – because being able to disable a man with your pinky is a really handy skill to have in security.
Eventually, he wound up working for the Cedar Park Center, home of the Texas Stars, the AHL affiliate of the Dallas Stars. Now, when he first got the job, I told everyone he worked at the Cedar Park Center because that’s basically all I knew. I knew I voted on some bond package at some point and from that passing we got an arena to have concerts and oh, right, some sports team was going to be there, too. I kept this misconception through the Company Christmas Party for families when I suddenly realized this hockey thing? This was, like, a big deal.
That’s second picture is me and my kid at the Cedar Park Center flanked by some Texas Stars at the ice skating Christmas Party. Before I ever saw a game of hockey, ever knew much about hockey (that’s the sport with the ice and the puck, right?), I skated with the Texas Stars.
Ok, that’s also me clinging desperately to the wall, so “skated” might be pushing it. That day, I met two players that st
uck out in my mind – Landon Wilson, and Matt Climie.
Matt, aside from being positively adorable, skated up with the others and offered to pose for the picture to the right, at first gesturing me to move about 3 feet over so everyone could pose then, after gazing at my white knuckled hand clutching the wall, smiled and said “You know what? How about you stay there and we’ll move there?” The gesture utterly charmed me because, let’s face it, I was the most pathetic thing ever to hit that arena ice and somewhere inside, he had to be snickering.
Landon is Team Captain, and he utterly charmed me by being totally open, friendly, and talking to my kid for quite a while. I can’t say enough about Landon Wilson, who I learned afterwards is one of the most selfless, consistently giving role models I’ve ever had the honor to meet. My husband often says Landon is “a man among men”, and he really is.
After I left, I talked about how adorable the players kids were, how nice they were, what a great company it seemed he worked for, and how surprised I was that the Arena really was all about the hockey – though we have lots of other cool stuff coming through, too.
And so I, who have had an aversion to professional sports and certainly never thought I would be a sports fan, began reading about “our guys”. It began as a personal thing – this guy had such a cute new baby, this guy’s wife was so nice. Then it was curiosity – ok, let’s go see the guys play a game. I’m curious.
By the First Period, I was out of there
The first game, I hated it. It was loud, people were yelling, that damn scoring horn seemed like it would split my head open, and a drunk woman crossed in front of me and spilled a full drink right in my lap. I left the Arena, family in tow, swearing I would never, ever, ever set foot in that place when there was a hockey game going on. I didn’t want to know from hockey. What a crazy place to be, go pay money to yell and scream. Pfeh. Not for me.
In a sports town, when your husband works for a sports team, people think you’re kinda cool
But living here, it got to me – people were impressed that my husband worked for the Texas Stars. They asked me questions and I would tell the story of taking a full hour to skate around the arena and Matt’s joke about my staying where I was, and people were impressed. Modest though I try to be, I am still a CEO. We do have a certain amount of ego, generally. A little. And I was impressed that people were astounded and impressed that I “skated” with AHL hockey players. Their excitement made me feel I might have missed something.
So, I gave it another try. I took pre-emptive Excedrin, guarded my seat from drunken women bearing beers, and I started going to games and reading about hockey. And somewhere along the line, I started to understand what the crease was, why that guy being in our crease was bad and why that really nice guy I met at the Christmas Party with the adorable toddler was compelled by some unwritten rules to smash the opposing team’s crease-crosser dude in the face for his impertinence. (This crease thing is all kinds of serious.)
I started out with a personal investment (it’s my husband’s company, I met these guys) and turned that personal interest into a hockey obsession after having almost given it up because at first, I just couldn’t find what I could understand and did like about it all. I only concentrated on the things I didn’t like and was ready to chuck the whole thing.
And so that’s how I wound up with the hockey stick. It’s not just any hockey stick – it’s Matt Climie’s used hockey stick. Signed. How cool is that?
So, what does this have to do with web hosting, exactly?
Actually, not a thing. I just wanted to show off my signed hockey stick. Ok, ok, I’m kidding.
Some of the things I hear over and over again when talking to clients both totally new and veterans who have been here for many years are variations of the following themes:
- I can’t do it.
- I’m just too old to understand all this new-fangled technology.
- I installed the software and I looked at it and it was just way too hard for me.
And I am continually amazed at how people just give up understanding their web hosting account because they assume that it’s so complex, so involved, and would take such an amazing amount of time to learn and it all seems so overwhelming that they just quit. They give up their side business or they nuke their blog or they pay someone astronomical amounts of money to have someone FTP files up.
Never assume that this technology is too complicated, or that you will never figure it out, or that you can’t do it, or that you’re too old and you never did it before so you certainly can’t do it now. I have 90 year old customers that learned WordPress. So can you.
Take one small thing and learn it. Don’t set out to “Learn CSS” in one day. Learn one thing about CSS. Then another thing the following day. Take one small part of what you are looking to become familiar with it, and learn why it works the way it does, how it works the way it does, and then build up from that one single thing you learned. In a bit of time, you’ll be surprised to learn you know a lot. Giving up on something your very first time, the very first moment you feel frustrated and overwhelmed is the absolute only way you will guarantee that you will never get it, and will never understand it.
And?
And I wanted to show off my signed hockey stick.