The Privilege, Confidence (and Illusion) of the Ski Slopes


We had a fantastic weekend with friends in Hakuba, Japan in late February – our first ski vacation as a family. I felt nothing but gratitude throughout, as the scenery, snow, comradery and sun was majestic at times. The nearby city of Nagano was the host of The 1998 Winter Olympics.

Our children learned to ski (daughter) and snowboard (son) in 2 days. My wife hadn’t been on a snowy mountain in over two decades, although she picked it up again rather easily. As a beginner, I wasn't nearly as good as my son but could confidently snowboard down the hill (including a Red run) after one private lesson and a few days on my own.

The privilege and joy of being on the Japanese Alps brought back memories of when I gently burst a teenager’s privilege bubble after he said to me - without me asking – “I'm a great skier”.  He’s a good kid and I like him, yet it never fails to concern me when someone proclaims greatness out of the blue.

Since I knew about his ‘below average to average’ history in non-snow sports and had seen him in action, I let him know that most able-bodied youth can learn to ski within a few days. He was surprised until I asked him this question:

"Tell me another major sport where you can learn to do it competently as a beginner in a day or two?" 

He had no answer.

I told him that one can't do it in basketball, golf, baseball, swimming, cycling, hockey, soccer, cricket, tennis, athletics or American football. For beginners, those sports take much more time just to feel confident on a pitch, court, field, course… or in an arena.

I mentioned that to be a college or professional skier (or high-level in any major sport) is impressive, with most considering it a great achievement, and that maybe he would fall into that category one day. I didn’t want to discourage him from dreaming. Judging from his lack of athletic ability though, I doubt that he could be great in any major sport.

He seemed to be in that privilege bubble of thinking that he was a special skier, unaware of the family finances that allowed him to be on the slopes, along with not realizing that he wasn’t particularly good in other sports. Why is it that far too many youth (and often their parents) have an inflated opinion of their athletic prowess? If he was a better athlete, I would have been more inclined to believe his claim of greatness. For some, skiing can give the illusion of significant athletic accomplishment.

His confidence is off the charts (which will serve him well in life), not unlike my own 10 year-old son, who not only thinks he can do most sports well, but was making declarations about being a very good snowboarder before he ever put two feet on one. I also have to bring him down to earth now and then.

During our 5 days in Hakuba, I saw two young men who looked like they had been snowboarding for years. Impressed at their skills and after chatting with one for a few minutes, I found out that they were only beginners – having snowboarded for 2 days. I wished that the aforementioned teenager and my son could have witnessed this twosome.

Most of those I know who ski or snowboard do it well, although interestingly, a good portion don't perform capably or have interest in any other sports. If it wasn't for the privilege of their yearly trips to the mountains, they wouldn't have a sports rack to hang their hat on - not unlike this young man. In his defense, he was probably elated to find a sport he was actually good at, thus the abundance of overconfidence.

My hope is that I opened his eyes with a small dose of reality, including (and maybe most importantly) how we are amongst the fortunate few in our world who have the luxury to ski. He knows about my college basketball background so he seemed to respect my words.

Wealth and/or access to opportunity (like the slopes) can be a blessing, as it gives many youth a strong belief in their abilities, which is useful in getting jobs, networking effectively and advancing in the business world, but it can be detrimental as well, when they think that they are better than they actually are due to the privilege of having access to things that most don’t.

This kind of privilege can manifest in the worst way when a child grows up in a thriving family business, gets his/her choice of job and then proceeds to not only be underwhelming, but in some cases harm the brand that was so carefully built.

In the National Basketball Association (NBA), there is at least one child of privilege (Jim Buss) who got a high profile management job from a father (NBA Lakers owner Jerry Buss) who was not only ahead of his time, but also a diligent and smart visionary. I often wonder how he couldn’t see that his son was ill-equipped to follow in his flourishing footsteps. As EVP of Basketball Operations, Buss was recently fired after years of dismal results. As a die-hard Los Angeles Lakers fan, I’m thrilled that we now have the chance to rise again.

Privilege and the confidence that comes with it can be a wonderful thing, as long as the picture of who people are or what they can become is not lost in a distorted reality.

Guess that is where strong, competent and wise parenting comes in.

Happy Gswede Sunday!


Hakuba, Japan

Hoop Dreams – 12 Years Later


It was a crisp and beautiful Sunday in Tokyo as my family and I were walking to the nearby basketball courts. Our only plan this January morning was to casually shoot some baskets together. Not long after arriving at the two action-packed courts, a much younger man asked me to play on his team. I was in my running shoes, which wasn't ideal for basketball, although I've played in non-traditional footwear plenty of times.

Having purposely avoided 5 on 5 basketball in the past 12 years, I was hesitant, but for the last six months, I've been shooting baskets often, as well as teaching my son to play. I also participated in a friendly 1 on 1 competition a few years ago.....and what I remember most from back then was how painful my left knee was for weeks after.

Despite being in good shape during our neighborhood 1 on 1, along with the knee not hurting before or during the games, I didn't anticipate having any post-game issues with pain - a rarity in my basketball life. Momentarily forgetting that I was approaching 50 and not 30, I shouldn't have been surprised at how my knee felt.   

With the aforementioned thoughts swirling in my head, and before the rational part of my brain could deter me, my attention was diverted by my wife and daughter - both encouraging me to play. I quickly said yes.

Most of the players were 19-34 years in age, although I could instantly see that I (52) was in as good or better shape than most of them, which provided a warm sense of comfort. My real concern was whether they could play the game, both fundamentally and skill-wise. As long as I’m fit, I will always feel comfortable on any non-professional court.

I was the second oldest player – the elder being a 68 year old Japanese man who looked fantastic, was spry and had a good shot. I had 4 Phillipino men on my team. To my pleasant surprise, this foursome of friends had strong fundamentals, could shoot well and were aggressive. After the long layoff, I was a bit rusty at the start, yet found a solid rhythm mid-way through the first game. Their chemistry was magnificent and I simply blended in, as they knew how to utilize me effectively and when needed. We easily won 3 consecutive games.

Last year, I read about the desire of a high-level basketball official wanting to improve the skill and coaching in Japan in order to get closer to the level of the Philippines. At least on this day, it was easy to see why, as my Phillipino teammates were clearly superior to any Japanese players on the court

I could have played another three games, although I knew that the almost 1 hour of running, jumping, stopping, reaching, passing and shooting would take its toll on my body in one form or another. That same knee was hurting once again, although not remotely close to the previous pain, which I was happy about. My left shoulder was also aching from all the reaching for rebounds. Being the tallest on either team meant I got lots of inside shot attempts, thus more shoulder and arm movement than I’ve had in a long time.

The pain was only temporary though and went away within a week. The joy was immense and made my soul shine. I never expected to play 5 on 5 that day and couldn’t have imagined playing with such a cohesive group. Therein lies the magic of what life can provide when we step out of our comfort zone.

I was adamant in not playing 5 on 5 basketball ever again due primarily to the risk of injury. I had seen far too many young and middle-aged men with serious injuries due to their overly aggressive and weekend warrior basketball mentality. 

What made me change my mind and throw caution to the wind?

I believe it was a conversation my doctor and I had in New York City in the late 1990’s when I temporarily stopped playing because I didn’t want to strain an ACL or tear an Achilles; basically fearful of my quality of life being disrupted. I told her about injuries I had seen or heard of, hoping she might tell me that playing at 34 isn’t worth the risk of getting hurt.  She knew I played Division 1 basketball in college and hadn’t been seriously injured since my sophomore year of High School. We had this short interaction.

Doctor: “Did any of those people who got injured play basketball at your level?

George: Smiling, I said “no”.

What my doctor knew then and what I wasn’t thinking about is that my years of intense competition without injury, gave me an advantage in knowing how to play wisely and safely, particularly as I got older.  In addition, I knew my body well as it pertained to what to do and what not to do on the basketball court. As I thought about those friends who played basketball at or near my level, there was rarely a serious injury after college. 

She was a compassionate and caring doctor, yet the one thing I appreciated about her the most is that she never failed to tell me what I needed to hear. After giving me the motivation to start playing almost two decades ago, I could hear her words echoing when I decided to get back onto the court that Sunday; a court which played a crucial role in my development, confidence and ability to flourish.

That hour was sheer delight. My only focus was being a good teammate, enjoying the moment and battling to win. Each back pick, high five, 3 point shot, layup, block, fast break and victory was a thing of beauty. It was ‘flow’ at its finest.

I love this game.

Happy Gswede Sunday!


A Beautiful Sunday for Basketball in Tokyo

“Growing Up, You Were Someone I Always Idolized”


From the moment I became proficient at basketball (age 11), fortune smiled on me time after time; culminating in one of my proudest accomplishments – a Division 1 College Basketball Scholarship.

Prior to my freshman year at the University of Vermont, I was usually the best player on the court, which came with many perks including but not limited to adoration, kindness, temptation and more attention that any young person needs or deserves. 

I was grateful for those years without peer pressure, although primarily because they allowed me the freedom to concentrate solely on my education and to become a great high school basketball player. I never took the celebrity and ‘star player’ status that seriously, and didn’t allow it to make me arrogant or change my values; something I must thank my parents (especially my mother) for the most as they were 100% focused on making sure their only son became a good man. 

During my comfortable teenage years, I remember numerous youth (boys and girls) coming up to me in a congratulatory way, to get an autograph or simply to say hello, yet I never got to know any of them in a meaningful way. My only focus was improving my game, being a good son/student and obtaining a college scholarship. I doubt that I was even capable of coming out of the ‘bubble of focus’ I created for myself.

At that time, I rarely thought about the impact my basketball success could be having on those watching and/or being inspired by my time on the court. I wish I had.  Early in 2016, I received these touching words from an alumnus of our High School – Central Dauphin East:
 
"WOW! I am impressed and love what you’re doing. I have to be honest with you. Growing up you were someone I always idolized. So you helped me strive to become a better player and in turn opened many doors for me in life. So I want to say thank you!"

Below are other parts of his message to me:

By playing ball I was fortunate to have coaches take an added interest in me as a person. Coach Lavelle was one of them. He was instrumental in molding me and seeing the potential in me. Not allowing me to be quiet and demanding more from me. I was saddened when I heard of his passing and even more so because I found out after it happened. I was unable to pay my respects to him.
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I to someday want to be able to give back and I feel I am doing that by counseling students who have extra obstacles. I want to be a positive role model and hopefully have an impact on someone like coaches have had on me.
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Steve is also one of them guys who took an interest in me and other kids around. We learned more than just basketball from him.
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His message warmed my heart….and still does. I wish he would have conveyed his feelings when they first occurred, although I do realize that having the courage to do that to someone you idolize isn’t easy. I’m elated that he felt comfortable doing it last year.

I was thrilled to hear that two of my mentors and coaches (Steve Freeland and Paul Lavelle) had a positive impact on him as well. I wouldn’t be close to the man I am and the player I was without the wise guidance and love from Steve and Paul.


The lessons learned from this positive interaction are best described in what I would tell my 18 year old self today:

  • Don’t be so singularly focused on your goals/dreams that you lose sight of others around you and/or aren’t aware of the youth who interact with you. That focus allowed me to succeed at the highest high school level, but I could have been impacted even more positively as a more engaged 18 year old.
  • If you idolize someone, don’t be afraid to make it known to that person, no matter how uncomfortable it may be. There were people I looked up to also as a teenager, yet never told them about it. I got wiser in my older years and it served me well when I ended up standing next to a man who inspired me on the court – Magic Johnson. After meeting him in 2002, I let him know immediately how much he meant to me and we had a beautiful conversation.


The man who sent those aforementioned words is now in his 40’s and has made his own positive way in the world; currently working with youth and running his own business. Hearing briefly about his life has been encouraging.

I wrote to him with the hope of getting together when I make it back to the USA this year. I can’t wait to share a coffee and/or lunch and listen to his story more in depth.

We both share the belief that mentoring, inspiring or enhancing our youth must be high on the priority list. It’s been a mission of his with his day job and a passion of mine with my basketball program, which is going on year 13. 


Many young people fall through the cracks when they don’t have a positive influence in their life or a person that will tell them what they need to hear, not what they want to her. We all need to play a part in connecting the dots (youth to mentor or vise versa), in order to give our young people the best possible chance for a productive and meaningful life.

We were both fortunate to have the support we needed growing up. It’s now our job to make sure we can enhance the lives for as many youth as possible and show/give them the tools they will need to strive for their dreams.

Happy Gswede Sunday!



Gswede in action against Harrisburg High School - 1982