This blog is a collection of my thoughts and experiences from ten years as a skate dad. For those of you sitting with your jackets in the bleachers, first I salute you, but second I want to give you an honest sense of what you are in for and what to expect. Ice skating is both a trying and a glorious sport, but it doesn't happen without the special group of folks who cheer, support, and console the participants. This is dedicated to you.
Saturday, August 6, 2011
I suppose nothing is as contentious across the realm of stylistic figure skating interpretation as the management of one's facial expressions. Some skaters get coached to be expressively free wheeling, whereas others seem constipated with concern for their craft so much that they remain stone faced.
I think there is an appropriate middle ground between being zoned out and being totally fey. And it has to come from your soul.
After all of the effort and athletics, the skating competition itself should actually be focused on relaxed entertainment. Show us your stuff, show us what you've got. But remember you are there to distract us from our mundane and daily trials and tribulations.
Don't be proud, no need to nod or smile when you nail a jump, just focus on expressing the meaning in the music behind your program.
Odd as it may seem, we didn't actually come here to see you skate -- we came here to be entertained! Be humble and gracious that we gave you, that we entrusted you, with our hearts to hold.