Mate


No “I” in team?  Unless the odd person is missing one, a team is 

made up of people who each have two eyes that stare back at some 

dumb ass coach who attempts to motivate by convincing the other-

eyes! 


No we in team, no unit in team, no aye in team, no eye in team, no 

I in team.


Definition of Me: pronoun – used by a speaker to refer to himself 

or herself – “accept me for what I am.”

Definition of I: pronoun – used by a speaker to refer to himself or 

herself as the object of a verb or preposition – “do 

you understand ME?”


I am me but there is no I in me which allows me to become a 

competent team mate. 


Check Mate! 



© David Girard 03/06/19

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